Progressive, she says about the music
The red wine has made her
Put on the stereo,
And I'm glad I have no neighbours, but
At the same time I wouldn't care
If I did; the way her
Hair smells when she headbangs
Is worth more than summer lilac
And lakeside pine in air. Or silence.
I have surrendered to you day after
Day, tonight I put my sword to the ground
And kick dirt upon it
So it will not awaken. I am without
Arms, touching your face with
My unreachabilities.
Rhythm is the only God we have.
Tone is our Saviour, Melody the Holiest
Of Ghosts . *How can we live
Like this?* I ask, then shut my mouth
And do as she says: *Just listen to
How it climbs; moves; is.*
I have no more fight in me. So I
Won't. I'll just let her decide the volume
And music, and when I need it, Dream
Theatre gives in to Enya, and all my
Needs for rest finally make sense as I
Try not to close my eyes and leave my
Head somewhere between her shoulder
And chest, and ask anything that might
Listen not to, for the sake of ****
Take me to anywhere that isn't where
She decides that we're listening to music
That is anything but us.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Progressive, she says about the music
The red wine has made her
Put on the stereo,
And I'm glad I have no neighbours, but
At the same time I wouldn't care
If I did; the way her
Hair smells when she headbangs
Is worth more than summer lilac
And lakeside pine in air. Or silence.
I have surrendered to you day after
Day, tonight I put my sword to the ground
And kick dirt upon it
So it will not awaken. I am without
Arms, touching your face with
My unreachabilities.
Rhythm is the only God we have.
Tone is our Saviour, Melody the Holiest
Of Ghosts . *How can we live
Like this?* I ask, then shut my mouth
And do as she says: *Just listen to
How it climbs; moves; is.*
I have no more fight in me. So I
Won't. I'll just let her decide the volume
And music, and when I need it, Dream
Theatre gives in to Enya, and all my
Needs for rest finally make sense as I
Try not to close my eyes and leave my
Head somewhere between her shoulder
And chest, and ask anything that might
Listen not to, for the sake of ****
Take me to anywhere that isn't where
She decides that we're listening to music
That is anything but us.
