Iambic Mumblings
Dancing lost and out of view
Breathing heavy with regret
Spirals chorus out of tune
With the music still upset.
Syncopation fills the room
Dissonance the pattern, set
Now to motion in the gloom
Now a match in chaos met.
Fading now to soft refrains
Still the memories play along
To the hollow, dead remains
Of confused and mangled songs.
Hope leads vainly through the pains
To ensure the show goes on
Quietly, grief still makes plain
The mind that you once knew is gone.
A cruel conductor, madness makes
As every song it plays, it breaks.
Breathing heavy with regret
Spirals chorus out of tune
With the music still upset.
Syncopation fills the room
Dissonance the pattern, set
Now to motion in the gloom
Now a match in chaos met.
Fading now to soft refrains
Still the memories play along
To the hollow, dead remains
Of confused and mangled songs.
Hope leads vainly through the pains
To ensure the show goes on
Quietly, grief still makes plain
The mind that you once knew is gone.
A cruel conductor, madness makes
As every song it plays, it breaks.
The End
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Iambic Mumblings, which
was posted on Aug 16, 2010 by
Subtle.Smile.
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"Experimenting with rhyme and meter :)
Edit: added another verse recently, aft..."
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