Industrial

By Anthony J

CN: Generally Depressive

Turn me into music,

Pulsating mechanical rhythm.

Drive me like a bass riff,

And cure my internal schism.



Pound me like industrial drums,

With a dissonant melody to go with.

Transform my soul from this chaos,

Inscribe my heart on a glyph.



I was born to create art,

But why not become it as well?

Existence is such a tedium,

So why not release me from hell?



The beauty in a passing moment,

Is something I savor so dearly.

Yet I feel so unfulfilled,

The answer is here, quite clearly.