The Muse
The torturing obsession, the muse, slinks nearer, slowly, smoothly, flowing like sweet honey, pretending now to be my friend, now my lover, now my hateful tormentor, while its gentle, soft, inspiring voice drives me forever onward. It stalks, and tempts my wandering mind, and when it kisses me, its resentful passion and its spiteful teeth loving rend my flesh. Then suddenly it retreats rapidly to its hiding place, as coldly as a lover scorned. It flees instinctively from my gaze, there is the slamming of a door in my mind, and the timid sadist disappears behind it, leaving me broken and exhausted.
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Black Days
 Lost
Despair
What It Means When God Says, "No Comment"
Failure
I Broke The Mirror
Orion's Belt
Black Days
Desperation
The Things I Can't Remember
The Sounds of Emptiness
Lonely Shadows
A Plague of Innocence
Streetlife
13 Days 'Til December
Free Again
The Children
Desperate Seasons
Roadmap
Napoleon's Cruise Ship
Bent Corners
The Little Stuff
Lifeblood
Chains
Velocity
The 7 Degrees of Death
Colour
When We Were Younger
Speculation and Demise
To My Love
Solar Journey
Message
1967
Soon
Gift and Pages
Water
Fire
Human Apology
Stone
Burden
Out Loud
Wishmaker
Greyhound
The Muse
Help
Machine
Ink Blots
The Tragic Muse
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