She belongs to heaven

There's air in her lungs, but it can't compete

The bass in her ears makes her complete

There's melodies dancing all through her head

With out music, she'd be dead

An angel's tear upon a devil's lips

A guitar and a pick kiss

It's a war for power, a hopeless fight

Between the drums and the piano, she'll be alright

An ancient song, tainted with sin

Passed from generations, found deep within

There's a secret only she can see

The music is the only silence to her screams

An addiction, so to say

Any price she'd pay

A blankness settles upon her mind

And the bass line's there to break the binds

To ease the pain that's struck her heart

All she needs is for the music to start

Music is her only retreat

Headphones will soon replace her heartbeat

Reviews

[Zachary_James]

i felt the emotion and power, all the way through this poem. This was so good.

[eatmills]

I totally understand where this is coming from. It's a really good piece.