Perscription for the Broken-Hearted

{Continued from a larger document that I haven't written yet :) . This was written a looong time ago}

-has to be loud, or else you might as well be listening to nothing at all. I don't mean "can't-hear-the-conversation" loud, I mean eyelid pulsing, breath-bated, finger-tingling, head-pounding LOUD. Loud. Like, so loud that it feels wrong to breathe outside of the beat. Bass-bouncing-around-between-your-ears loud. The hum of the overblown amp gives life to the iner self. The tap of the snare guides the heartbeats of the man under the inlfuence of music. The voice sends the soul out of body and into a world where none of this matters. A world of forgetting, a world away. no more pain, no more agony, no more remembrance. Only the beat. The electricity. The drums. The bass. The sticcato tremors, the legato strands. And loud. It has to be loud.