A Prisoner of Music

Thu, 03/10/2016 - 21:13 -- jon98

What once started purely as a form of entertainment

has now consumed me.

I have become it

and it, I.

I simply cannot get enough

of that sweet euphoria that flows throughout my body.

The feeling of power,

and the power of feeling

things that I didn't know I could.

Seeping out of my headphones and into my ears.

I feel as if it should be what runs through my veins

keeping me alive,

and it may as well be.

The millions of different little sounds

that people don't seem to hear

are now a part of me,

and I have learned to accept it.

These rhythms and melodies

demand to be felt,

demand to be listened to,

demand to be played.

And long from now,

when music ceases to exist

and the world is desolate and still,

I will go along with it.

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