Was it suicide Muse,
The day you died because I killed you.
Were you all the while a part of my soul Muse,
And if you won’t ever wake up, then that part will never too.
From your slumber Muse,
What will it take to rouse you.
A kiss from my pen Muse,
With my blood for ink, will that do.
In case you really are dead Muse,
Will you come back if I beg God to let you.
Will you let me to pay my debt Muse,
And let this fool attempt to from now on stay true.