Ipod Poem by tyler eisner

IPod
Is I’ for fear I write these words
To thou whom maim’est mine mind’s eye
With tales o’ horror that scare me. Why?
Why must thou make’th me quake and scream
To shake thine own limp bod’ from thy death

I’ is to feel the hands o’ death himself
Take hold around, pull you down, down
To make you quaver from terr’ o’ thy mind
To play with mine love, mine deepest cares
Twist and distort to make me deny
To make me accuse of falsify
Need to find them.

Through the shivering, I call to them
So strong I’ the need to hear their voice
‘Tis fire b’side my sweat drenched heart
Calming their o’ reason can be
Banishing you back to deepest thought
Where but only you have never broke

‘Thout their voice music calmest me down
But ‘thout music I quiver alone
Cover my boiling arms, Goosebumps show
With chills thy run down my heated bod’