Today I found my muse was dead,

destroyed by cynicism

and hate - by you.

You killed her,

stepping into my mind to find her

and dragged her out ignoring her screams

and thrust your fist into her chest.

You held her still throbbing heart in

your hand and crushed her life beneath your foot.

Now here I sit alone

for you have abandoned me too.

I picked up a pen, an attempt to express my pain;

but nothingcame, for nothing comes from nothing

It was the ultimate revenge:

you took my muse away and left me,

a shriveled shell:

dead inside.