Melodies are weapons
Used against my heart
The chords that play
Are able to **** and kickstart

As if it can predict my emotion
The words push through my skin
A needle sewing quickly
bleeding me dry from within

The tune becomes me
As if I had made it myself
When the beat drops
My stomach sinks
A moment indescribable in itself

My soul beats to a drum
That only I can hear
In sync to the music,
Words I could never whisper
Keep seeming to appear