It Is Sad Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

My muse has been stolen
My fingers can't do anything anymore
There was once such life
but now it is gone
because my friend is gone
She was fired out of a cannon
and stuffed with gunpowder
just like a grape shot
She fell to the ground and exploded
in a frightful fit of tears
What about her daughter
How is she going to live
I can help her only so much
I'm not feeling too well
I can't think about this anymore
It is sad