The Music I Died For

You played me like a drum
Pounding your beat on my heart
Memories of each and every tune,
A twist of your fated blade
Left me begging for pardon
For escape from the dismal reality
That you called love

 

You played me like a piano
With strings binding from within
Till all the chords struck out of tune
Tossed to the side for a new piece
Crying for the total emptiness
Of the life you stole from me

 

You played me like a guitar
Strummed me with your song
Held me close till I went numb
Only to leave me lying,
Forgotten forever from an existence
Like I was no longer there

 

You played me like an orchestra
From the hell of your evil pit
Each instrument fit to your needs
Every song you made
From the demon seed in your mind
Brings this soul to the barren self...
Known as Me