Melodies of Misery

A cycle of poems «Everything Hurts and I Am Almost Famous»

I string my heart on guitar wires,
Pluck the pain like A-minor fires.
Every chord's a fresh disaster,
Tuning out what really matters.

The crowd sings every word I wrote,
But no one hears the lump in my throat.

These melodies of misery,
Soundtrack to my history.
Every note's a bruise that lingers,
Every hook's a broken finger.
I scream in perfect harmony,
These melodies of misery!

My pen bleeds out in 4/4 time,
Rhyming "heartache" with "sublime."
The bridge is where I always falter,
Crumbling at the altar.

They mosh to my catastrophe,
While I choke on my apology.

These melodies of misery,
Soundtrack to my history.
Every note's a bruise that lingers,
Every hook's a broken finger.
I scream in perfect harmony,
These melodies of misery!

The higher that I climb,
The louder that I cry,
In key and out of luck,
This art is self-destruct!

These melodies! (These melodies!)
Of misery! (Of misery!)
They'll bury me in major keys,
A happy f*****g tragedy!

Encore...
I can't do this anymore...
But the show must go on...