Music of the Damned

Music Of The Damned The pounding beat of a drum The haunting call of a guitar The woeful sound of a saxophone A singer singing the thoughts I have Thoughts I cannot share All heard in the darkest of night Alone with my thoughts and the thoughts of the singer I hear how life is not worth living How there is no hope How there is no chance of a future Depression reaches into my very soul Tearing me apart at the seams I listen, absorbing every word Letting the notes control my heartbeat My head throbs as I listen My hand reaches to table next to me A thin sliver of shiny metal Sharpened by men who didn’t know how it would be used The singer had no idea what his words could do The last note of the song matches my last breath My heart beats to an ever slowing beat It stops as the drummer screams The song ends and so have I Just the last victim of the music of the damned