the bass and treble,
somehow aren't audible,
but their weight is felt.
sending asphyxiation to my nervous system.

I can't pinpoint the second, minute, or hour
I sunk with that lullaby,
but I can taste the fading light.
and at the same time,
the intensity of this treble and bass.

it's bleaching the beat of my heart.
covering it with rigamortis
and rigid waves of goodbyes.
sent from the spaces of that treble and bass.

only white ash move now
to this ******* treble and bass.
littering my senses
that have since escaped me.

© LW