Been a little quiet here, but,
honestly, I expected that. To 'remedy' that I offer you a mash-up of
two ideas that came to me this morning that looks and sounds rather
frankensteinian. Written mostly to purge the idea from my head as it
wouldn't leave me alone. Pay little mind to the title, I needed something to be a placeholder and that just spewed out.
Die-I'll
Whip and chain,
my very soul
they flay
Words in refrain,
my heart of coal
they fillet
Speakers strain,
my being whole
they betray
Tears like rain
down my cheeks roll
fall astray
This music domain,
a vicious troll,
will I remain?
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