Brilliancy

Why else love another? A record to hold and sing a hum, a strum A melody on the drum, Or dare I say, A numb percussion instrument I am insane a knocking on wood percussion Instrument, Ramming on words, slipping on rhyme schemes and melody instruments I need when I dream, and now I'm reckless blinded, defeated, by pain inflicted by other percussion Brilliancy was murdered with my happiness