It’s not quite beautiful darkness
And it lulls between anger and love
It’s not even the sound of the hopeless
As it seeks with the spite of a shove
Maybe it leaves a bad taste on your tongue
Or pains your bones with unease by the time that it’s done
The tune seems the same but with words on the run
Open your heart whilst I load my gun
I warned you, it’s not for the people
These words that needed a cage
It’s a nonsense and your mind must be fearful
As this river rushes and smudges the page
As I offer my blood on a crisp winter’s day
Will you yearn to descend in my uncertain haze
And soon grow to love the pretty edge of my blade
Come let’s taste the colour that runs from your veins
Do you think we might call it music
The sound of the fight in my head
Maybe you’ll dance like you like it
Then maybe you’ll take me to bed
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sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a punk song that another poem reminded me existed... Random i know
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It's music it's art it's life and death and it's perfectly captured in these lines...
"The real pain is not the killing it's what leads you there"
To kill or love now that's a question
Bravo Sylvia
Thank you Andrew
It seems such a simple question doesn’t it?
Nothing is simple in life
I heard a great quote that relates to everyone
along the lines of
people are all island folk some can never leave and some can never stay
Wish you a wonderful 2020 Sylvia
Such a powerful write Sylvia and the music enhances it. May that music in your head play the right tune.
Oh that music is always out of tune!
Thank you 😊
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