A Prisoner of Music
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.