this is how it feels when i let energy vampires into my creative world. and dismiss of them accordingly.
Muse
It’s shredding my insides with banshee screams.
Claws pulling down, down, down.
Teeth pressing out, out, out.
I want to be good, so why does bad feel so damn good?
Let it out, let it out, let it out,
Don’t stop now, it’s too late, you’ve started now.
It creeps out, skin shriveled with disuse,
Glares balefully, its Gollum eyes glowing.
Rising, Rising, it stretches up and out
Up and out.
“it’s goddamn time!” it screams.
“I’ve been alone in there, alone, alone, alone, y’hear?”
Arching, pointing, writhing, shrieking.
But waves of peace and light billow over me,
Pulling me up above, coursing through, through, through,
A southern current pulling, pulling, pulling.
And I know. I. Am. Free.
“Hello my muse,” I kiss, I croon, pulling back its ghastly mask,
to cup, caress the pure fresh palette below the surface.
I dive down, down, down.
And in, in, in.
And looking up, ever up, up, up, I fly free.