KEYS

When he played the sax
I heard lust and pain and sex
He ripped through my scales
Told many tales, he made my life a living hell
But his hell is heaven to me
His keys, he played them for me
And with every chord
A part of me tore
He is my paramour
His music is everything evil
But evil feels so right
It makes me feel the daytime
It's purely made of night
I try so hard to fight it
I try with all of my might
But I'm just so connected
To...
His evil, he's a demon and he's schemin, his song has me screamin
I'm screamin, he's deceivin, there ain't no way I'd ever be leavin
Believin, I keep believin, his devotion, is true as the the blue in the ocean
My emotions are his keys.
And he keeps on playing me.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[writing mojo]

well you cut the cord with this one, then left it hanging at the end
like a high strung piano string, hung a noose heart, which beats to the pulp of music in thought.. "sex, sax, keys, scales" such word speed, in cleft pallet of a true soul, making tragic musical releases, bled to the last lines echoing "he keeps playing me"
good stuff..

[The Analog Kid]

This is awesome. It has a spoken word feel and of course I love the sax theme!

[MoriartyMesa]

Not sure why, but one of the tunes that came to mind, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lySzW_RBqIQ&feature=colike
that one stood out more than they others in mind,