Feel the drums
Drop the bass
Do not tell me that
This is all fake.
Sing the vocals
Scream and shout
Do what you can to
Let it all out.
A slave to the music
I have become.
Drowning in the melody
Of the proclaiming phenom.
The shreds of guitar
The electric synth.
Do not deny it
This is no myth.
That soft little growl
It makes me grin.
However this is not something
I would classify as sin.
A slave to the music
I have become.
Burning in the chorus
Of the passionate phenom.
Pay heed to the bridge
And the endless choirs.
The end of this song is due
But let's hope it is not the end of it's sire.
Because as a slave to the music,
I only hear one thing:
That small pause of silence
That the space between two songs will bring.
And a slave to the music
Is what I have become.
Rising up with this anthem
Of the revolutionary phenom.
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Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.
PoesiaCompilation of different poems and rants that I've thought of and overall what goes through my mind when I think about life in general. Yeah. Enjoy.