Muses

I was writting divine
then a demon intervine 
my pen started to wrinkle
the beauty of the theme.

I was writing divine
to break the spells of mind
I called my muses back
to spellcheck the rhyme.

Go to hell I whispered
these thoughts are not mine
Go to hell! I was frightened
these verses are not mine...
It's Someone Else's mind.

Someone Else dicated the falses
the mispells and the grammar errs.
Someone Else mistook me for
someone else.
It's not me. It's not you.
Someone else mistook us for sure.

I call my muses back
to protect my luck!
I call my muses back
to intervine divine!
I call my muses back
to inspire my mind
I call my muses
to light the dark side. 
I call my muses to

keep my hand on the path!

Or,  am I just lying

till I find my self divine?