Music evoked a realization
That hollowed me out
Like a melon baller to the soul
The air got just a little bit thicker
and filled me in
life replaced
Swaying, Shivering
Substance lost in beads of sweat
Lost in the staff
Fractioned notes
in choppy measures.
Don't want to talk
Just move
Eyes shut
Ears open
Assaulted, Cradled
jolts to the brain
bass
giving my heart the beat it won't make
Thumping through a dead chest
she's
she's Alive
but not really
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
Music evoked a realization
That hollowed me out
Like a melon baller to the soul
The air got just a little bit thicker
and filled me in
life replaced
Swaying, Shivering
Substance lost in beads of sweat
Lost in the staff
Fractioned notes
in choppy measures.
Don't want to talk
Just move
Eyes shut
Ears open
Assaulted, Cradled
jolts to the brain
bass
giving my heart the beat it won't make
Thumping through a dead chest
she's
she's Alive
but not really
I am so lost right now... poetry seems out of my grasp, like a phase passed. :[ What am I supposed to do now?
“The world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
