Enemy Chords

I am a throat grown callous and hoarse, giving voice to all the world's pain and ugliness. An instrument of ideation, dully blunted, dragging the veins in endless repetition. Anathematized by songs composed of heartrendings I have forgotten. Watching each and every friend withdraw like limbs atrophied and lost to disease, bed bound and embraced by the notations of suffering arranged for audiences composed of antagonist, nemesis, and the specters of ache.