I Thought You Were a New Sound

[kolakoca]

But you were just a broken record.
Some poorly recycled noise that had a hint of melody
Enough to keep me listening
Then to seep into my veins
and permeate my heart
Then the realization.

A subtle clicking like a beetle
nestling in my brain
rolling over and over
until the sound is poison in my heart
and this terrible ache.

You have made me feel 16 again.
Used like an old hat.
Fallen for slight of hand.
Mistaken magic for illusion.
A mind full of smoke.
A body of dust.
A soul reminded of its natural state.