The Strings of the Soul
Lips trembling with the lyrics of silenced singers
Body rocking back and forth with a rhythm unheard
Fingers burning as the metal cuts into flesh
Slowly, slowly, being consumed.
Ears ringing with deep bass thrumbs
Eyes shut tight against the imagined light
Heart pounding with the rapid beat
Slowly, slowly, being consumed.
Soul soaring with the enthralling melody
Mind brightening with brilliant expression
Smile shining with powerful relief
Slowly, slowly, being consumed.
Strings reverbating with clear notes
Sound board crying out with song
Stage filling with excited cheers
Slowly, slowly, being consumed.
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