Music poem

(In song form)

Forced to fit your mould
I'm a slave to my oppression
But there's a world I can escape to
These songs are my obsession

Twisting shaping rising falling
A flaming furnace of emotions
Chasing shadows, tracing dreams
My hurt creates this magical potion

From my dark bitter depths
Stirs a burning red passion
This relentless whirlwind forms
From the foundations of my soul

Twisting shaping rising falling
A flaming furnace of emotions
Chasing shadows, tracing dreams
My hurt creates this magical potion

This is how it begins
This is all I know
I will expose to you my essence
It's from here the music flows.

*please rate and comment, thanks*