Written By: maria lydia savage

You make me a poet, my rhymes seem to quiet the beast.
That you have unleashed within me.

You make me a musician, my lyrics becomes my therapy.
So soothing this gentle lullaby as it becomes my anthem.

And as you bring my depression to the surface.
I hear those beautiful words and comforting melodies play over and over in my head.

It’s pure art these dark emotions are, as they put my mind at ease.
And they help me erase your memory.

They give me the strength and help me realize what you really are.
My inspiration to a eternal hell-based illusion of my mind.