Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or Petrarch's sonnet 189
This was done for an assignment - comparing the two songs and uh, I'm bad at poems :P
Reverberate
A voice echoing oblivious melody sings
Repeated silent screams of the emptiness
Among production and the audience,
The songwriter, no, enemy fire, covers words;
By piece, a chorus of inane and innate psyche
A sense of shun for concerts and it's representation;
The refrain, erupting everlasting cries,
Of wrecked aspiration, dream devastation;
The scatter of sheets, a page of my contempt
Ripping and erasing the ever fading worn words
Built from trash, snarled with naivete.
Invisible is the heart to this song of mine;
Forgotten in the lyrical haste with taste,
And I, despondent of the nearing performance.