Quiet, Quiet!

In order to kill the feeling of madness,
I drown my thoughts in endless music.
Hours of melody and harmony keep me sane,
If only until the end of the song.
But for those moments between chords, at the end of the line,
Those silent seconds beckon to my aberration.
I acquiesce to my abandon, complacent in metronome;
Unaltered by my deranged reflection!
I wish you could hear what I descry in the chords,
Disquieted are the secrets of the heart, conferred is the mind.
Oh, the imitable beauty, the horror unique;
The wonder I am despondent to describe!
Yet, I desire even those dreary, funereal dirges to those vicious emotions,
Which haunt my mind like lurking phantoms.
CatalystKasper CatalystKasper
18-21, M
Dec 6, 2012