Slide me to the edge
And fold me down
I fall in line
I stay in line
When exactly did I become…
Uncomfortable and numb?
Plucking at the thick air
Whipping my hair
I live for the music
Until you’re near
Then I live for you
I’m dreaming today
About that bed
About that edge
About your mouth
My heart just let out a gasp
Impossible to Stifle
“I miss you Beast”
via Daily Prompt: Stifle
I feel what you are trying to do for me
Opening my wounds, licking them clean
Those broken bits of your black heart…
Using them to look through me
Using them to hide inside my dark
I see you…a musician, a poet
Strumming my perceptions
Writing on my skies
Making me your musical…note…taker
My dream fantasy has become personified…in you
So, keep doing what you do…
Flame my burning desire
Flirt with my passion
Make love to my spirit
You have turned my very essence into beautiful effervescence
Soon I’ll be standing next to you
Your ghost of shadow
Your ghost of light
Duality pulling at the ends of your chains
A needful craving that lasts morning, noon, and night
I know what you’re doing to me
Seducing my broken black pieces
Molding them to yours
Do you know what I am doing to you?
Through music my love you soothe my soul.
Through aural enrapturement you make me whole.
The sounds you suggest, hit home, strike my heart.
The love you’ve shown, hits home, hits hard.
Never stop sending your mix tapes to me.
Always bring me your tunes of belief.
For I will listen long after my eyes fail.
I will listen and love our loves tale.
Some people are gifted
With talents unbound
Some are given attributes
Like how to manipulate sound
One of those people we have lost today
I mourn this loss, I’m not the only one
But as he once sang,
“Your time has come.”
R.I.P. Chris Cornell.