My soul is singing It has been from its creation For a while, It was beautiful, peaceful sopranos But something low and treacherous Thundered in the baseline Over time, the bass took the melody And then the soprano flutes Were replaced By electric guitars The melodic voices With metal, guttural screams Something raw Sending out so many mixed, Confused signals Because within I am so lost My melody faded Now a cacophony is left behind Without rhythm, order And all I want Is someone else to start Conducting