I don't want to write
I don't want to speak
Nothing would sound right
Except the shuffling of your feet
The bleeding of your songs
The crashing of the beat
Pushing through the walls
Scraping through your teeth
There's no more melody
Drowning in the noise
Struggling to breathe
Desperate for your voice
Or any muffled sound
The squeaking of the strings
Your fingers wrapped around
The throat of your disease
But I can't hear the kick drum