Toiled drums
Thrum tremendously
Never missing a beat that comes
Notes slam into musicians heads
Clamped fingers over the sticks
Bang bang there goes one
Pills pills for each drumming fix
Picking around in their hearts
Bass drums hit with feet and soberness
While shimmering symbols shake
Rarely writing away the demonic ominous
Ropes swinging in tied rings
Obliteration sounds the vice alarm
With empty pockets and full drinks
Bottles of gins rising up in the arm
Big troubled thoughts saturate the room
When the music stops in its way
It strangles noise to sharpen silence
Something sharp silver and grey
Aims its way close & holds The End
A dismay
A horrible tragic ending
An unforgivable play
Awakening darkness to your world
Your moment and you alone
Bringing the demons up to be unfurled
The pills
The roped rings
Empty sound fills
Dangerous vices and things
Metal reflections
And curious devices
Ends the music of the drums
The one in your chest
The one that pumps
All of them shatter the symbols
And constrict the bass drum
Until your thumping heart is no longer visible
And the shock strikes your heart numb
