MusicA Poem by zombiebirdA poem about the power of music.Blue demons scratch At your neck like fleecy collars Winter seeps in like dishwater tide The gray sky like steel wool Or maybe the mistake That could have been buffed if you’d really tried Red devils dance In the corners of your vision Winter wraps the world in creeping ice So the air tastes like blood Or maybe you’ve bitten Your tongue for the thousandth time Yellow creatures Wriggle through the back channels Of your brain, all frantic and feeble And winter is here but You haven’t gotten out Of bed for the cold and the people Close your eyes tight Press the headphones close to your ears Let the winter disappear Dance like summer, like fire - Maybe the demons scratch But deep in the music there’s nothing to hear
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Added on February 16, 2016 Last Updated on February 16, 2016 |