• Cacophony-
    The sound is rubbing off on me.
    A lyric on a page,
    a lyric enraged,
    the world falls into this cacophony,
    the sound drifts over me,
    encompassing,
    and rumbling.
    It shakes me
    takes me
    breaks me
    the people love it
    choose not to rise above it
    the hateful bass and rhythm
    it lies within them.
    They're dancing, moving.
    They're drifting straight through me.
    The lyrical panic moves to me,
    then it moves me.
    It breaks into me
    and kills me
    and the last thing that I see
    is the image of me-
    Infected, I dance free
    enslaved by cacophony.