write for the demands in my mind. they dance on the pages as my pen meets paper. they replenish from my tears that drip from my face & onto the paper. the deterioration of my penmanship fuels their anguish. their music gets louder i can feel it as my head pulses to the beat of their war drum my writing is synchronized to their tune which causes my body to ache and shiver they create on my brain that has left scars my demands are relentless their music still roaring. i take a final breath before i close my notebook and by the click of my pen silence is redeemed and their music has dissolved.