I am metal dust to her bipolarity.
My mind annihilated,
I obey and dance to her tune,
much like a pacemaker sets the beats of a heart
she is my metronome within.
My normally calm and measured nature
reduced to neurotic compulsiveness as I abide
to her sly dictations. When not present (especially)
she rules me entirely.
I am captive to this pitiful idolatry.
I confess, I have tried frequently,
desperately to purge myself. I seek redemption
with a passion yet ultimately my soul rebels.
Tis true. She is the fire in me.
My fey, vicious Muse.
If I could wipe from my memory
anything I choose, it would be you.
But I realize,
along with you
I myself will dematerialize.
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