DO YOU TRUST ME?

Hey,
I know of a place
Hidden from all these nosy faces
Away from this apartment
This mixed trend of uncultured stereo playing
That I can't seem to understand
Of what music really pleases the soul
But who am I to judge
I keep playing
Can't seem to get enough of it
This poisonous craft
So I'm a slave now?
The randomness of it is intoxicating
It called me.
I couldn't say no.
Do you think I'm wrong?
Anyway,
Hold on to my hands
I'm full of unseen mystery.
Don't be scared.
The world is already dead you know.
Do you trust me?
@art_of_heart
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