I've seen music, with my own eyes
Dancing hallucinations, with rhythm
The backbeat of a heart in reprise
Thumping mechanical, smokey strum

The warm smooth burn of my oldest friend

Truest friend

Drifting me off to bliss
To oblivion
To memory

Felt like someone prayed for me
Somewhere stuck inside my brain
Gentle in my emotions when eyelids dip
Staring blank at white noise on the tv
The gentle drop of condensations drip
Tumbler in my hand, the clink of ice adding to the cacophony of static
It feels like late summer's about to slip

The slouch of my posture, sinking me into the chair's cushion
Like confessions to the upholstery
I lament without words
Just a single gleam
Glistening and streaming

A single tear splashes down my cheek
Its like dancing