I'm rising on the wind of sound
filling my dented skull
with music
throb
beat
drowning out all the rest of the world
in drum bass lead blissful crushing noise
I cannot hear beyond the howling
begging of the voice
I wail
lost in the song
scream
an underscore to the soaring ache
There is nothing else
no sight nor touch
can reach through
Only the pain of reverberations
and crescendo’s
taking me and breaking me into
chorus and lyrical destruction
And it feels
so fucking potent
the loss of self
the damage
the dissolution of a soul
Dissolve me on the acidic
taint of your chords
Shatter my reality
in the four minute blistering skin
of scale and wailing
And for a moment
the crowding is gone
To see beyond
here and now
the lessening somehow
And still
all there is
is sound
the barrage
remorseless
and tender
Covet me and fuck me
with the lick of a guitars flaring
flame
I will never be
never was
the same
2 comments:
That is a powerful poem. Just Epic. Nice work!
Hiya Bridget, thanks very much *smile*
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