Inner Surge Branding The Muse
Out of restlessness
She set out into the night
The world seemed inviting
She felt no need to fight
But temptation holds a deceptive charm
that tickles your finger and rips off your arm
She sees the crocodile slip in the water with ease
And she wants to jump in
But he is not so welcoming
Why is she not happy with the shore?
She sees the fruit but not the poison
Doubts surround her but she does not avoid them
I try to call her
She can't hear
She's falling in love with fear
She used to love the quiet of night
Now she's scared and can't take the silence
She once believed in what was right
Now she runs and hides from the light
She's falling
