Ever listened to song,
Or sound.
Once liked.
Now festered with new meaning.
Tendrils snaking to your heart,
A piece of the world you no longer wish feel.
Yet it hurts to turn away.
To turn away from the truth.
Behind the song:
A real piece of this world,
You can no longer touch.
A fantom limb,
A cursed itch.
Across your heart,
A deep unhealed cut
