Netashi

Tunes of Death

White noise

Theta was here, he was petrified in horror as he stared,  he watched a man tune a chord and ask for his chair. He didn’t know the man was going to make him deaf with static

• Graceful and silent with nothing but powerful static

Turning the most charismatic into depressed fanatics

• Why must life be this way filled with so many downs

For these people are fragile and on their wrists they go to town

• These angels are stripped from their halo and wings

For they have lost hope on man and this world and everything

• So please talk to them before they start tuning chords

Because at times they are glum and from life they get bored

• So please before they finish taking their last breaths

For they will fill the air with the static of death