Sunday, March 30, 2014

my mask

Music blasts through my head and my thoughts cease
The relief I feel at that moment is as sweet as nectar
Lyrical feelings override me and set aside my pain
I can feel anything I want to,  listening to it all
The screaming rage, the soft contentment
Happiness for a mere second,  grief and shame for two
And then when it stops I feel empty
Like my heart has been pumped dry of the red hot blood
Replaced with tar and ink
Slow moving, poisonous pain
To stay until I have my fix of music once more

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