This is a little different from what I usually write, it took me awhile to write it, I wanted it to be a good piece. Anyway, enjoy.
Draw a breath, breathe in your silence.
Sew your lips shut and hide your emotions.
An emotional battle that is certain to persist.
Leaves behind razorblade kisses upon your wrist.
Crimson gnaws frost-bitten fingers, holding fast
to the ivory keys that plays a black soul’s sorrow
a single note holds strong through the
deafening silence, shattering solitude.
Though you’re still alone, all alone in a void, and
the sadness plagues your once alluring eyes
vivid green, now dull and as cold as your
frost-bitten fingers that still attempt to play
your heart struggles to beat, like a pounding drum
keeping rhythm throughout this heartbreaking song
the candles are lit to cast shadows throughout the room,
a single flame’s light lands upon your scars, display them
like trophies to the world. Proof of your misery,
it’s what they’ve asked for, looking past the lyrics
blind to the emotion hidden within sewn lips.
your eyes sing your song, for you are mute
afraid of silence, your fingers land heavily
upon the ivory keys this night, playing fiercely
as if it were your last. Hold fast to the dying note
don’t let the silence consume you once more
wrists bleed one last night from these accidental
razorblade drawings and ivory is stained crimson
the candle slowly flickers, dying like your own light
that once lit up your eyes, but it’s vanishing fast
and your eyes no longer convey every emotion
staring into them is like gazing into a void,
the void you pushed yourself to become.
The notes are fading into silence, and
fingers lay limp upon the blood-stained keys
your candle burns out, letting darkness consume what’s left;
the song has died, along with the misery that haunted this starving artist
hungry for attention and affection but afraid of the consequences.
You died tonight and no one cared; no one understood the meaning
behind everything you wrote; hidden messages transmitting sorrow
Ttrough the sadness played upon the ivory keys,
with those frost-bitten fingers.
It might not make sense, I did the best I could, pushed myself to write a good piece. I hope someone understands it.
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