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Those Songs That Pick You Apart
the frequencies crawl along the walls
jumping through the folds of those
monastic blue curtains
spread about like shrapnel
the melodies mix with the golden lines on the wall like arrows they tear through my stomach the droning bass cracks my bones and cooks up my marrow
every note clings to me digging into my skin
infecting my blood
the harmonies stick to my skull like glue
the vibrato air fills my lungs the asthmatic words sink into my areola as I gasp for breath
music will always consume me
jumping through the folds of those
monastic blue curtains
spread about like shrapnel
the melodies mix with the golden lines on the wall like arrows they tear through my stomach the droning bass cracks my bones and cooks up my marrow
every note clings to me digging into my skin
infecting my blood
the harmonies stick to my skull like glue
the vibrato air fills my lungs the asthmatic words sink into my areola as I gasp for breath
music will always consume me
Published 21st Jun 2022
Author's Note
I wrote this at a concert I was at with my friends.
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21st Jun 2022 9:06am
19th Dec 2022 8:19pm
Amazing descriptions, thoroughly involving the senses and how music influences that dark state of mind, even when surrounded by others.
Well done.
Well done.
