Music, a double edge sword.
It aggravates gaping wounds;
It mends optimistic spirits.
A magic that can ascend one to
A higher plane of existence,
Or a boulder that can send one hurling
To the bottom of Dante's inferno.
A cupid that gives repose to distressed spirits,
Or a scythe that leaves a furrow in the heart of a cynical soul.
They say time heals, I say music aligns the stars,
Fuels the flare, unclouds the gloom of the skies;
Brings spirits closer to enlightenment.
I chose to embrace her, drop the deadweight,
And unlock the shackles of my heart.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Music, a double edge sword.
It aggravates gaping wounds;
It mends optimistic spirits.
A magic that can ascend one to
A higher plane of existence,
Or a boulder that can send one hurling
To the bottom of Dante's inferno.
A cupid that gives repose to distressed spirits,
Or a scythe that leaves a furrow in the heart of a cynical soul.
They say time heals, I say music aligns the stars,
Fuels the flare, unclouds the gloom of the skies;
Brings spirits closer to enlightenment.
I chose to embrace her, drop the deadweight,
And unlock the shackles of my heart.
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