Music,
Dancing in the ears.
Trying to distract
From restless thoughts.

Music,
Hard to form, for now.
A wound to the heart,
Death an arrow.

Music,
Just reminds of them.
But slowly time heals
Its own harsh wounds.

lives in my gut,
but still I feel empty.

It's legs tangled
up inside me,
twisting my organs.

Its suckers squeeze
warmth out of me,
leaving me cold and numb.

Entwined inside,
suffocating
me as I try to breathe.