The constant excitement from chemicals battering against my skin
A crowd dressed in red and black is where I fit in
Surround by a thousand types of crooked sin
Where I can’t quite see what’s within-
And for the moment I can accept my shards,
My broken, shattered heart
And for a moment I can let go of my captive counterpart
I’m free in that I command the beat to begin.
It doesn’t matter there’s a year before I can leave town
To anyone looking for me now I’m not around
My soul’s been lost in echoing sound
It’s in this lost-soul state that my mind is found
And his horrid face gone
In the memory of this song
My captive counterpart screeches its so long
I’m going to be original now.
I’m learning the difference between poetry and lyrics
Some things are meant for silence, some for other to hear it
A human voice turns dead words hysteric
Music makes my poems less acidic
In this wonderful neutralization
Chords give realizations
This is what I’m meant for
I’m original now.