September Music 12

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is, The Devil’s Trill by Vannessa Mae.

My interpretation.

Frightened and alone I retreat into my shell

I am afraid that the black is returning. I am descending into hell.

The zip is returning to my mouth slowly but surely closing.

The nothingness, is crawling into my soul leaving it frozen .

The silence is already here it screams above the noise

I go about my everyday wearing a smile not to loosing my poise.

It is easier to give into the waves of black.

Than it is to fight the demons throwing knives at my back.

I see it moving in, closing down the horizon, blurring out all hope

No escape, no appeal the relentlessness. I hold out no hope.

The snipes and the jibes are ever present now

The condemnation and the shame is making my back bow.

Claws and talons scratch at me they leave their bloody marks

On my arms and on my back . I hear it screaming in my head as at me it barks!

“Usless you are useles, lazy and stupid , good for nothing a waste of space.”

It is easier to give in now than to fight as once again I fall from grace.

Lost I reach for the bitter pill

No hope left I hear the Devil’s Trill.