feedback jeder art Like Cole said: Come to me muse!

[Porzellanschreibt]

Heating the entire room with her aura

There she is, the muse

Dancing between the lines of sanity and madness

Dancing like the flames of hell

Laughing like the goddess of underworld

Watching her, sway ever so gracefully 

You couldn’t imagine that that body 

Has been passed through the gates of hell

Six hundred and sixty six times

She has ruled hell and dined with satan 

Witches beg for a lock of her hair

She‘s the star

She‘s the moon

She is the blinding sun of truth

The muse is not just an object for the artist

She is art

An artist makes art

But the muse… she lives it

Making her existence into art

Her story, every little movement, each emotion

The muse who is objectified, idolised 

Into a porcelain doll

Who belongs to no one, who belongs to everyone 

You want to have her all to yourself   

Ask her about the sorrow that dwells in her eyes 

Know of her secrets 

Talk to her as you run your fingers in her hair

No the muse isn’t a fire to tame

She’s the dancing flame 

Gleaming in glory and slowly dying 

She’s beautiful even when she’s crying