Melodies are weapons
Used against my heart
The chords that play
Are able to **** and kickstart

As if it can predict my emotion
The words push through my skin
A needle sewing quickly
bleeding me dry from within

The tune becomes me
As if I had made it myself
When the beat drops
My stomach sinks
A moment indescribable in itself

My soul beats to a drum
That only I can hear
In sync to the music,
Words I could never whisper
Keep seeming to appear

I saw a bird fly into a panel of glass
it’s stubbornness was admirable
Although I knew it could not pass

Its eyes bore into me
Though my face was a mystery
Oblivious to where it was heading
Trapped but also free

Breaking its body again and again
It refused to give up
This pointless battle to win

Understanding surged through me
As I watched that little bird
Stupid but fearless
Words I had once heard

Its eyes were empty
But gave me life
That bird would fight forever
Haunted with constant strife

two sets of steps echo in tandem
Blurred into one
They follow each other in circles
creating their own sun

Like voodoo dolls
When one falters
The other feels blame
And when one cries
The other feels shame

With just one look they can read the others intent
Know their move before they do it
Their eyes lock to one another
Understanding to the greatest extent

Fire and Water
Separate but the same
When the music stops playing
Their souls will forget their names