This is a poem dedicated to my muse, whom I think that I just killed last night… I'm too pessimistic about my works, so my muse just… died.

Dear Muse

Dear Muse,
Where are you?
Have you gone away,
Never to come back?

I'm empty without you
My mind is blank
My spirit stills
My body slows

Being without you compares
To being a statue
I can't think
I'm useless

Dear Muse,
Are you coming back?
Or am I to live forever
Without your guidance?

Your words flow through my pen
Onto the paper; I publish them for you.
I owe it all to you
And I give you thanks.