MsTempestRaven
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sit alone surrounded by the dark,
Strumming my numb fingers along silver cords,
The sound, so delicious and smooth, ripples,
Intoxicating my diseased mind,
The music itself so damn kind,
The walls are closing in around me,
The windows have all turned black,
Brown soft wood shines unseen light into my closed eyes,
Weaving echoes deep into my soul,
The music itself making me feel whole,
Voices of past accusations are being drowned out,
The laughter fading into shadow,
The only one who understands is in my arms embrace,
The sleepless rhythm finding its way in,
The music masking all the agony I feel within,
I bend my head acknowledging the emotion,
Nimble fingers dancing over the vibrating strings,
Flashing as they cast a timeless spell,
The smooth wooden body resting against my dry palm,
The music itself finding an interior calm,
Thought has fled from me,
No need is there to think when I know the beat so well,
The humming of the melody perfectly in tune,
Like a river it will take me far,
Adrift on the music of my guitar
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And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call
True pain and suffering he brought to them all
Away ran the children to hide in their beds,
for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
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