Four Minute Addiction

It was like listening to a siren calling me for shipwreck
a voice so beautiful it was blinding
overtaking my senses, leaving me numb
I lost my eyes and stared into a vast space of sensual imagery
she caught me off guard
something like the first time hearing your mother's voice
or what i would imagine how angels would sound in heavenly choirs
I could do nothing but listen
lost in a passion unsettled
caught in an infactuation untamed
she was killing me softly
and her homicidal reverie was bliss
every word a silouette of beauty
every note a kiss to my temporal lobe
I fell in love with a song
I was far past a level of contentment
for a moment I had found true happiness
caught between my eardrum and my fantasies
I was loved

and then there was silence
and I felt a sea of blue wash over my emotional hue
I came back to my senses and could see
I could feel the movement of the stale indoor air
within this awkward silence was disparity
an urgency brought forth by a coming of age too soon for my soul to endure
immediate memories plagued my mind
desperately trying to remember
every riff, every vocal fluctuation
every syllable, every image
but my thoughts was like a tin can on a string
a primitive replication
like being wakened from a great dream
I was sufficated by dissapointment
I was alone
in silence
but as I pondered my current distress
an epiphany shined through like the sun in the eye of the storm
I had a replay button
once again, beautiful bliss.