Notes tighten the headphone noose around my mind
Hang me on the wired gallows
Define my time through red wine and hollow songs
Screaming among me
Chords like choking chloroform cover my ears,
Drown the fears
Syncopate and reverberate
Don't make the mistake this time
of drowning under my own weight.
Smother my infectious insecurities
And laugh with me.
Let the rhythm serve as a jury.
Pull me into comfortable apathy.
Songs like shotguns splattering self doubt against this screen,
Its retrograde and mean.
But it's the only tangible thing it seems.
Ready the rock 'n' roll revolver!
6 rounds to ecstasy.
***, drugs, and skin smoulder
Bass-encased bullets blasting rounds on replay,
Swallow the shells
Cough up gun powder
Spit greased teeth
Rinse and repeat
This is a spin on a previous poem I did. My best stays spun <3