It started with music,
The beautiful soothing sound
Of strings gently piercing the silhouettes
That danced, the keyboard
Forcefully striking at the ears that
Bled for the composure in song.

It led to something greater,
The slashing of skin
And the oozing of open wounds
That carried their way down arms
And to the legs, where numbness arose
And sadness was hidden.

It all got old, so it moved to the next
And the brain cells swelled,
The cotton in the mouth along with it.
Vision was obscure and speech
Was almost completely impossible
And it moved into bed,
On top of you.

One thing led to another,
More gaining it's speed on the veins
That crawled so vividly open
When the clock hit midnight.
Every midnight became a part of the past
And every season brought new tides.
From music, to blood, to drugs, to *** -
It all became an immunity.