At last, I have found my music taste.
A long journey culminated by an increasingly depleting rhythmic variation pulled me here at last.

Dark academia began the first lair in search of my state of being,
but it was too melodical, too instrumental.

That's when I dove unto Goetia,
I must give credit to Gundry for capturing my soul in moments of air between greater melodies,

Sadly, they would interrupt those bark harks and so I went on searching,

Unto the Buddhist mantras landing,
Yes, oh-so-hum brought me ever the closer to the frequency of my own flesh,
But even this richly toneless phrase was infused with time by supporting drum beats--saving it from a succession of monotonous breath!

I at last looked up flat frequencies.
Yes, the words I searched for were just that,
"monotone," "dull," and "flat."

And I did find one background noise,
it was the underworld alternative for white,
and if dark could be flattened into sound,
it was that.

But still yet it was missing something, something,
although a very low octave to match my self,
still yet 'twas marked by frequency!

And so this single noise, though flat, trickled into a myriad of modular pitches making it up, and over time I felt this...
A following pain per the fluctuation would get me to jolt in the middle of the track, and so I,
unknowingly began lowering the volume
lower
lower
to reach nothing at last
there it was

I could not believe my ears I closed my eyes I gasped
Nothing at last

Bathing in the depth of my real taste the only sound thus heard was that of my own blood echoing inside this flesh

A seashell, a seashell,
this is why I encapsulate myself in the depth beyond that deck.

The taste, the taste,
I have found my music taste.
It was the voluminous lore of zilch at last.