I Can't Tell

Music

O music

irony seems to be your favorite

word

you take it

along with all the others

you're composed of

and lay them upon my scarred

skin

I'm pure

I'm innocent

I was pure

I was innocent

I am rage

I am sadness

I am blood

I am fear

I am death

I am all that is holy

though I've never believed in

a greater force

if he was up there

if any of them were

why would I be suffering from this

all-consuming madness?

I wouldn't be

o music

you tell me what to do

you speak to me in tunes that

softly imprint themselves

into my brain

so that I can use them later

its not painful like other things like you

o music

you're an earworm

a parasitic murderer standing my my side

you keep me from them

those cruel enough to take me away

from this melodic existence that is

mine

o music

I thank you for keeping me here

if I left all those times I wished I could

I wouldn't know you

o music

you're everything that I

am

and will ever

be

so thank you

o music