A Song
The clock struck midnight and
i felt Music bursting through my skull
It pounded at the walls of my cranium
Begging to be free of its prison
It wanted to live with me
It wanted to live amongst the mortals
To feel timely
I cried; I wanted to live amongst the melodies
I wanted to feel nonperishable
To live in that vast ocean that knew no boundaries
I was stifled in my own head
Prisoner to my own unconsciousness
Putting things in a body is easy
A scarecrow stuffed with hay, with bugs and decay, with soil and maggots
The brain too sharp
Too obsessed with its own existence
A malfunction in basic coding
In the basic stuffing of the scarecrow
Removing presents a mountain
Rip into the stitches
Go on
Unravel the stuffing like tule of a tutu
Dead, dead, dead
Facing an invasion of crows now
The music unwinding from my gyri
Doing pirouettes and crashing hard
Never breaking
Always playing
Rip into my skin
Go on.
Puncture my skull
And see the songs for yourself
See how they dance and spin and mourn and rejoice
I’ve never known silence
Please excavate my mind
So I can finally be
Alive
I screamed
I screamed and screamed and screamed
But made no sound
No air would pass my lips
I am a tree
Tumbling towards the forest floor
With no one to halt my fall
No one to witness my demise