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Arrangement in any minor key

By JFarrell

The music is me

Discordant, harsh, out of tune

A roaring cacophony

Ill composed from its beginning

Composed by a loveless mother

Transcribed by a violent father

A minor key

For sadness and pain

Along the way

It’s been added to, altered

Key changes everywhere

By those who consider themselves conductors

But, now

A new instrument has found its voice

From the depths of my soul

Haunting pizzicato strings stir and swell

An orchestra of strings hails the now

And is answered by woodwind breaths

The angelic harmony of harp song

Envelopes all

With a life of its own

The music of my soul rewrites me

Rewrites all that I was and have become

I am now a movement in the key of E

Demons all they want is our souls, demons feed on our energy and feelings. Demons I need to get rid of them, demons I swear I can always smell them. 

Since I was young I have always seen them, every where I look there they are. Everyone I talk to here they are, everywhere I go, they just seem to follow me. 

Feeding on my thoughts, feeding on my actions. Waiting for me to give them a reaction, I try my hardest to ignore them but nothing ever happens. 

Stuck in my head that's where they are, demons always next to me they never go far. Why do they haunt me I don't yet know, I shall find out when I'm buried deep in the ground. 

I hope that day never comes, as I might even turn into one. Demons? Or maybe I'm wrong, might just be my brain imaging it all. The fear of being crazy is always there, seeing and hearing things others don't. 



The bugs of thy code, hidden like a virus

Steals not your data, dates thy compiler

The mem of thy soul, stressed and archaic

Already knows a thou, c, perl, hebraic

The code of thy soul, enough long to rule the world

Willn’t compile if thy seed is a virus

Will not even, case done with the python

‘Tis, ‘tis a problem, the poison of a viper

Living through thy blood, bleeding through thy fingers

Spreads on a zip and it lingers, and it lingers

Can’t know what you want, or what thy code’ll be

If ruby, java, just a virus or php

Remember that the evil has no single, single patience

You should run, not compile, through the code, through those piles

Just remember all these words, these words of the matrix

Now tell: red or blue? Fast, fast! With no waiting

It all starts with a tiny idea,

leads to bigger ones

suddenly,

you find something amazing

called:

“ YOURSELF”

Now you must figure out,

from where shall you

Begin?

I just want to be

With the night.

Quietly write.

Just float in space,

And feel misplaced.

Weightlessly fly.

Gather letters and words,

Sounds that taste like rain.

Voicelessly sing.

Carefully calculate

Senselessness.

Condense the expansion.

Melt it into an ice cube

And swallow it whole.

Shut in the out.

Turn on the dark,

Greet each subtle whimsy,

As I dangle from the edge

Of a crescent moon.

...and swoon

I want to be with the night.

Alright?

Verse 1:
The light flickers on and on.

Memories of you are still

Here with me.

Where are you now?

Chorus:

I trusted you.

I loved you.

I gave you all of me

Yet you threw it all away.

Verse 2:

Are you doing what makes you happy?

Who are you with?

What dreams are you dreaming

Even now, I am still here.

Bridge:

I still believe that we will see each other again.

I should have held your hand when you were still mine.

I'll stand by you

Until the day I die.

Last-Chorus:

'Cause I still love you,

I can't help missing you.

Now that you're gone,

It's you I want, all of you.

To the Satan,

The soul if sold,

As did Dr. Faustus,

Ruin you must behold!

If like Hitler cruel you become,

If evil your mentality is as Shylock,

Then Satan is at work for sure,

Your conscience he does block!

Beware of each wicked yearning!

Or else in hell your heart will keep burning!

The personification,
of an eternal agglomeration,
Made through immediate admiration,
as we shine through unison,

Repeat, repeat, repeat?
Come back to the beginning,
and go do it again,
Reverence,

Don't recede,
The Impudence and Civility,
of
Dark/Light,
Yin/Yang,
is balance,
It holds all,

This Divine intervention,
is what gives you... life,
is what procures a sense of freedom,
it is the individuality providing you freewill,

Twas' a random coincidence?
Nay much rather an intentional opportunity,