June 4th, 2011

Choke

The rhythm and beat of my life is fading.
I lost its tune,
It gets quieter and quieter everyday.

The flow is weakening,
The chords are all wrong,
Singing in a minor,
When all I need is a major.

They can't fix the broken strings,
They sit there like white scars,
Shining on skin and flesh made of cells.

The song is waning,
Like all songs do,
And it fades to the background,
Unwanted and jaded.

I tap the mic, clear my throat
And open my mouth,
But wait,
What were the words, again?