Music, Passions and Nightmares

Passion flows throw my veins
with each beat of my heart
another guitar strums,
with each word I speak
another lyric is born.
Music flows through my body,
replacing the passion, and blood
and giving me life.
my hands are shaking
like the addict on the corner
I am addicted,
to harmony and verse.
with each breath i breathe
I stand one more chance of never recovering.
from my head to my toes music takes over me.
My insecurities float away
they fade into the darkness,
melodically turning into passionate cries.
Anxiety sets in, I am consumed by the
haunting lyrics I frequently find in slumber.
Sleep with this haunting lullaby,
A strange mixture of sharps and flats...
lyrics written in
incomplete
sentences.