By Anthony J
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.