She tells there's music 

in my soul

while I lay here, drunk 

in her arms 

falling asleep

to the same old demons 

playing me the same old 

lullaby 

on bone flutes 

they carved from my own 

skeleton.

“Oh yeah?” I giggle, trying not to puke

“So 'dafuk does this so called 'music' 

sound like then?”

“it sounds like….” 

She pauses

“Pain… It sounds like 

pain.

But it makes me want 

to sing along”