26 January 2009

A Concert

Guitar riffs going off in my head
Angry flashes of blinding light
Somehow everything has become red
Nails dig in a fist clenched tight

Inanimate objects lose their life
They break in half, they wither, they die
Muscles clench, prepare for armed strife
Abundant rage expressed through a sigh

Inside my mind it's a concert all right
Fucking angry riffs, damn defeaning sounds
Drowning in the melody resonating through the night
Howl out your feelings, akin to the hounds

Vocal chords be scratched
In a long drawn scream
Emotions be unmatched
In this horrible waking dream

The guitars are still playing
Unheard by anyone but me
It is my angst they are relaying
No one else to drown but me


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