Novocaine

The worst kind of use is abuse. Ever happned to you?

I want to sink into this pit
Where the organs play soft and deliberately
Swaying me to anger and breathlessness
Goading me with their musical malice
Swirling around me in brilliant colors
I feel angry
I feel betrayed
I feel dirty
Like a child
Reduced to fists and grit
The pounding of furious keys thumbing at my skull
Notes reverberating like a mantra
Sweet words laced with poison preying on my innocence
Tell me father, what should I do?
Guide my path, show me light
Make it consume me
I don't want to know this feeling anymore.