Monday, July 6, 2015

Music

Music
Music won't lie to you
Music won't cheat on you 
It won't let you down
It won't leave you
Music will hold you
Music will love you
Music will make you feel safe 
It will protect you
It will hold you
It will make it alright
When there is nothing
No one
Music will be there
When you are at your lowest ebb
Music will lift you 
When you have no one 
Music will be there
Music is life
Life is music
Music won't hurt you
Music won't let you down
Music won't break a promise
Music won't rip you off
Music is pure
Music is love
Love is music
When you are lost
Music will find you
When you are broken
Music will fix you
When you have nothing
Music will cost you nothing
When you feel you have nothing
Music will give you everything 

Some Days Are Hard

Some days I just want to scream. I feel it like pressure in my chest, at the back of my throat. It sits at the front of my head, scratching the inside, searching for a way out. Not just a shout, or a bad impression of Faye Wray in King Kong, but a raw, animal, uncontrolled gutteral scream. Incoherent, Uncontrollable. The problem is though, aside from the normal constraints of society kind of frowning on that sort of thing, emotion in public and all that. The thing is, I worry that if I start, I may be unable to stop. That I will just keep screaming until my throat bleeds and my vocal cords snap, and even then still be hoarsely trying, wheezing and cracking. And all the while, if the scream takes hold then I feel I'll be clawing at myself, ripping my hair out, scraping the skin from my cheeks, digging at my eyes like some fucked up tribute to that scene in Poltergeist when the guy starts picking at a spot on his face and ends up tearing his whole face off. All just trying to get the scream out from this place in my chest where it lurks. It's always there, just some days I feel it more than others. Some days are just so fucking hard.