It sings to me a song of shattered discontent
of sorrow and of loss that is it's lament.
It vibrates through my flesh and the marrow of each bone
as if searching for a place that it can call home.
Sometimes an ache, sometimes a throb, sometimes a steady drone
I fight to keep a level head, I fight to just go on.
Still it sings to me a wrenching song,
I wonder if I can endure it and for how long.
The world that I knew is but a dream
the world I know now is a continuous scream.
The melody various in pitch and intensity
it is all that echoes through me, it is all I feel and see.
Can this be real I wonder, but I can not tell
it could be my own mind putting me through this hell.
I can feal as it reaches the very depths of me
my heart and soul join in the harmony.
I am lost in it forever and here I shall remain
as every part of me joins in the refrain.

05/15/2000

Posted on 05/23/2004
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