“When The Muse Leaves”

Better a bleeding heart
That gives me fuel to scream
Than the emptiness
That bestows me nothing
To speak about;
Better the persistent chaos
That keeps me awake
Than the roaring silence
That renders me asleep;
Better your presence
That gifts me pain
Than the vacuous solitude
That makes life uneventful
And uninspired.

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