Instrument Once Played

I'd broken the strings,
that once played mystical music
Torcheres and tormented
until they finally snapped.
Hindering the production
by holding onto songs past
Never was able to stop it
allowing voices of singers past
to enter the realm of new age music
Playing a victim mentality
instead of living in reality
For the music of pain and torcher
continued to bellow from the cords
I continued to break,
the instrument down
And continued to ponder
why it never played another sound.
As the instrument laid broken,
so has my muse that created production
Treacherous verses had been spoken
now lay a band that's broken.