Unholy Melody

C, C#, A, C, C#, A The defening pattern rings in my ears though every measure taken. Amoung deafning noise and still the haunting sound remains.

C, C#, A To drive me mad within my brital skull. The loudest noise could not overpower it, nor the sharpest pain take way from it’s repticious sound. Months without sleep and shaking, always shaking. My shell is wearing out, no person tries to comfort me; no pill nor drink, no shot nor powder could take away this misery, from all these things I tried. C, C#, A, C, C#, A So long repeating the notes are clear there can be no mistake. C, C#, A Who taught me this most unholy melody? Was it the great morning star himself who cast this darkest curse upon me. C, C#, A If deamons cast that spell will death itself remove me from this curse while preasts and God have failed. Will that knife make end this noise, will nothingness and nothing more accompany me from my mortal core. With nothing left to do, the sound must end. The blade is sharp, this pain can mend. C, C# —