Music and you

Music and you

Pride awakens blood
shot eyes, so I hide behind your bold voice, inside and out, my first
choice. I have to be strong, during these strange days.

I’m not alone, really if you’re somewhere alive and breathing. And for some
peculiar reason. I can finally tell that my heart is beating.There it is, my honest feelings.

 And music is my undeniable healing. So I hide behind, your bold voice, inside and out, my first choice. I think of u still when my body aches, your strong touch, but the silence is harder to escape then a pair of steal handcuffs.

You wear your armor tight but sacrifice was your only vice. He was a traveler
of wicked season, and few choices, and now I’m a prisoner, without
reason, and voiceless. If you can only see my quite pain that I
consistently carry.

I know you try hard to be fair, but it’s my soul that’s being buried. On that note, just don’t because your miscommunication is a hand to the throat. So I hide behind your
voice, inside and out my first choice.