Fading muse

I feel mellow
and yellow
and blue.

Bathed
in the silence
of the truth.

I feel white
and black
and red.

Bathed
in the silence
of the dead.

I feel blissful
and peaceful
and warm.

Bathed
in the silence
of the storm.

I feel blurry
and hazy
and used.

Bathed
in the silence
of my muse.

I feel lazy
and crazy
and shamed.

Drowning
in the echoes
of the sane.

As sanity
begins
to linger.

I feel
the touch
of your fingers.

Upon my face.
Around my neck.
Inside my heart.

Bathed
in my blood
as you rip it apart.

I feel happy
and horny
and bold.

Wrapped in your arms,
I feel naked.
I feel cold.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

6 thoughts on “Fading muse

        • haha yeah… funny when u have a use… u dont really think… just write… and its beautiful… but when it starts to fade… i been spending time thinking and writing crap and throwing it away just to come across one meaningful syllable that writes itself… yeah i thought id last longer too…:-) hug britt… fairytale princess

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