cyberwulf
01-16-2005, 11:34 PM
In each snap of my fingers, I follow the morbid tune
That echo’s though the ageing speakers that know these loops
Due to the broken record, following the same depressed groove
Pressed against this dieing vinyl, wearing away the needle
No longer stressed to be sharp.
The endless cycle of this dieing pattern holds potential
To rip itself from the dirty piano played by the withered fingers
Forgotten by any others touch, inside the record I listen to myself
Chanting away my pains until my tunes reach full circle
If only the needle was sharp enough to read the rest of my story
Layered away in each track molded into the most emotional
Melody ever to be created.
Yet it is still forgotten no matter how great.
Because the needle has no need to care.
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so this is my 1st poem in a long time...hows the rust?
That echo’s though the ageing speakers that know these loops
Due to the broken record, following the same depressed groove
Pressed against this dieing vinyl, wearing away the needle
No longer stressed to be sharp.
The endless cycle of this dieing pattern holds potential
To rip itself from the dirty piano played by the withered fingers
Forgotten by any others touch, inside the record I listen to myself
Chanting away my pains until my tunes reach full circle
If only the needle was sharp enough to read the rest of my story
Layered away in each track molded into the most emotional
Melody ever to be created.
Yet it is still forgotten no matter how great.
Because the needle has no need to care.
__________________
so this is my 1st poem in a long time...hows the rust?