Auditory electricity
I listen to music
Rock or lofi, pop or punk
Near constantly
Because each song has life
And a shred of soul
Each holds feelings
Electricity to flow through my mechanical heart
That forgets to beat without this auditory art
As I stare at ceilings
Wishing to feel whole
Wondering why it seems that all I ever feel is strife
And all I ever seem to see is adversity
Thinking back to the 5 year old sitting on the top bunk
Who had yet to loose it
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