Making Music

March 6, 2012
Oh, dear cacophony,

Free me with your growl.

Distract my pinpoint mind

From boiling, overturned.

No melody flies

From the chords within me.

Only a broken howl,

Smashing boundaries,

From deep within my heart's bowels.


Sweet discord,

Bring your treble call.

Let the bass be brought

By my own silent heart;


Dark elixir

Through my very veins.

A shimmering concoction

Of harmony and pain,

Of adrenaline,

Of courage,

Of strength and hilarity;

My Life's blood is made.

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