Death To Music
You think you’re innocent
I see it in your face
The arrogance of self belief
The naïve glow of one who does no wrong
You look at me and smirk
A cruel line of pouting lips mars your beautiful face
You turn your nose up
A pretentious façade of superiority
Mocking me
Begging the question,
What else did you expect my dear?
Fall in love with a rock star…
And you die a metallic death
So I did…
And now my heart lies skewered
Impaled on your guitar
My blood stains the chords
The crisp white sheets of your flawless music
As for the bereft keening of my soul…
It echoes the voices of your demonic choir
But you do not even listen
To you I am just another statistic
A discarded puppet with tangled strings
You slammed the door on me
Threw me out with your other discordant notes
I am no more than a song out of key
A forgotten melody mangled by your strings
Gone and forgotten
Good riddance to bad rubbish
I was not metal or heart enough for you
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