Headphones and Lyrics
Each lyric screams with lost meaning

Deafened ears can’t capture simile

Years passed, the bright sounds’re weaning

Poor souls, who once’d claimed to know me

A hellish risk born from pierced ears

Emo fashion claimed from worn-out skull

The past reeks of those complex fears

Even while the tales that spill aren’t dull

If nothing but a passing phrase

Left upon a bitten, tired tongue

I would count all the drastic ways

Sad lyrics knew me, when I was young