There Is A Way

And just like a disease, you come crawling back on the scene.

Just like a headache, you're questioning how much I can take.

Your work once inspired but now it's left nothing but a fire.

My pages have burned and from that I have learned,

you showed me the afterlife and all I had after was strife.

Your lips touched mine, slowing my heart with time.

You woke me up to the light and I found that I could no longer fight.

With your memories fading, I still don't think it's aiding.

My soul is still living and striving but with each word you write, I'm dying.

I found hope within a prayer and you showed me that I didn't have to care,

you gave my life a reason but it turned into treason.

My last words won't rhyme because you stole my words since the beginning of time,

so I bid farewell and take that stairwell.

None of this turned out fair but then again, who will care?

Goodbye, my love, you were my life, my inspiration, my burning muse.

I will always love you.