The melody is all I hear.
The melody of waves crashing against the end
Is near my tumbling heart.
The music to my ears
Are no longer in sight of what I have.
The once lovely sound
Is now a bloodcurdling scream
Of my hoarse voice.
For all I have are the cuts and bruises
That I gain from music my melody.
Screams of my own
Is my music to the world.
For the world is cruel with hatred,
I can't see or hear no more.
My ears were lent to the Dead Sea of monsters
As my screams fill the devil in me.
I have rambled on
For I am losing sanity of my sake
Because of everyone
Who created a melody
From my own screams of despair
And heartache.