nice, fear

original use of ... i cant fecking critique so i wont try


but i like it

The emotional bass drum mixed with smooth guitar riffs,
Like a musical to my already misery stricken life.
The climb to the top of the decibal meter,
And the quick fall back down to the bottom most tempo.

Like a guitar chord to this withered, broken soul,
A bass riff to hit at the right time with the right mood.

The epic drum hits with the right stroke of madness,
Complete with a seranade to my own deep sadness.
Hope fails to calm these severed nerves of numbness,
I really am just that hopeless.

Like the bass to move on from the withered, broken soul,
A guitar chord to hit the right nerve and invoke the mood.

Like a song my life is a played out rhythmic queue,
With no vocals my pain, anger, and sadness is heard.
Like a voyage along a road that will never end,
The mighty strokes move along from the tip of this pen.

Like the bird to chirp the morning breeze,
A breeze picks up and moves the trees.

Move along with the violins' stunning sound,
Moving on with a cellos' vibrant count.
The conductor swinging his arms along the melody,
With each stroke of his mighty baton moves this soul on.

Just like the grand epic setting that was romance.