my fingers are constantly tapping away
tap, tap, tap! on the coffee mug, on the table, at my temples
my feet are never quite at ease with their incessant shaking -
my body is dancing to the beat of my anxious disposition, you see
the madness is only strengthening as I let the horrendous
music get louder and louder
a magnificently calculated disarray of notes strung together
with haste and marinated in unease
the stupendous concoction
brings the audience
into a convulsive state of ecstasy
my enigmatic energy transferring
into their sickly bloodstream
ever so smoothly like it belonged there
(it never does, it never quite settles properly)
the night rolls on in wondrous delirium,
impending Death is on the tip of our narcissistic tongues
(a gift from the cosmos)
and cynicism is behind the aches in our spindly spines
but the music urges us onward!
onward to our self-destruction,
we can taste it! we can taste it!
Death is in the air
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I'm an anxious mess with a fascination for classical music hahaha
