Music can’t stop the savage beast that is my mind.
As it twist and snarls its unwanted thoughts.
No melody, or harmony can stop its rage.
For my mind is deaf to **** things when it run wild in darkness.
My view point on life and the people in it change.
I see things that happen not the way they did.
As my mind runs wild.
But the very touch of your hands.
The soothing feelings of your arms as they wrap around me.
This feeling of peace and calm from your touch.
It calms my savage beast.
It halts my wild mind.
It brightens my darkness.
Your touch did what music could not to the savage beast that is my mind.