A                      Is anyone there?            Sharpen
        Hi?                    ygrenE  ­                Hello?
47                                 Soft                   Loud       11
rettacs              Chasing me?     48
                                                       Proud of me?
         Big teeth                    H            
     Just  like me                  e    ?evila em gninrub
     ?evila em gnitae          a    
             Fluffy.             Out  l                          S          R
Tired          13.                    t                          ­t         u
A                                          h        Yes          ­u           n
f                                            y                 ­        f           n
o                                                              ­        f           i
a              detach  c              soahc                    ­       n
t                             o    Communicate                        g
            Lisp.      ­    l                        
   No                      l                           Tree                   D
Stop                      e                                    ­                 e
                              c                                ­                      a
       make             t                                                      t
        ­    Over                                   7                     ­      h


                                   Sprinting
                  Madness                 Spinning
        ytpme                 Circle                  Figure
Shadow                        Eye ­                           Cries
    Helpless                    ­                          ******  B
                Try          ­                             Strangle     u
                      Smile                     Choke           12  r
                                   lanretne                                n

like in a waltz.
there is an expectance of freedom,
but there is no liberty within rhythm.
vibrations shift our body's at an intended tempo.
puppeteering with the strings of our hearts,
our ears,
and our yesterday's.
each note echoing it's own clarity
and obscurity simultaneously.
sending us spiraling down, up, out,
and into it's melancholy melody.

© LW