music is the cure to everything.


Pain

I let the bass fill my ears
I let the days vanish from my dry and tired eyes
I let the water wash over my skin
And i let the arms of death surround me
The stabbing to my chest weakens to a dull throb
The burning of blood subsides
The harsh ways of life pass me over
And I'm lost in a world of demise once more;
The pain that sears through my blood
The cold tears that run from my eyes
The faltering beat of my heart
The stabbing pain in my chest
And the screaming music that fills my head.
 




Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
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Written on 2010-05-21 at 05:53

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