Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

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

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Lizzie Treetop January 27, 2012 at 11:44 PM I write a different song, hear my music hear my song hear how it calls out to thee in such deep friendship and love! Oh Poet of Poets do not be sad! Hear my music hear my songs they are written for you! Brilliant write as always Rob!