fizzzack, fizzack,
get this burden off my shoulders,
I weep in tune,
a perfect three/fourth above a perfect D sharp.
fizzack!

Bzzzzt.
Open up the doors to my heart
and hear a roller coaster scream,
"This boy's got the issues."


fizzzzack, fizzzzzack.
I could scream,
but in place of a high pitched soprano note,
it is a bass note so low,
only my spine can feel the vibrations
as I cringe in the corner of an all too familiar
dream world blurred by reality.
bzzzzt. FIZZACK.

02/08/2007

Author's Note: fizzack is not some curse word, or a word representing one. It is merely a non verbal sound I feel like making in the performance of this piece.

Posted on 02/09/2007
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