the muse's manifesto

darkness creeps over the waves to make sure that i have not gone away. this place is not safe. it seems as though people are lurking around trying to make sure that i do not fall, but they dont know that i am already lying on the ground. sustenance does not come. trances happen, but the angels do not come. the floodgates await the river's early thaw. i used to be a down-home funk prescriber, but now its just an endless cycles of rain delays. all alone forever searching for an answer, screaming to be heard, but confusing their own need to listen. you don't have to try and make it on your own. begging god to give me solomon's wisdom. i can't stop my thoughts and close my eyes. this is the part that i can't get right. i have abandoned any other way around. i dug my grave and there are not blanks in the gun. goodbye friends, true love and happy endings.