Sorrow's melody sings,
disturbingly numb;
the soothing silver lullaby
is the only music he knows by heart.
Violin strings cut him open,
and broken chords resonate
through hallowed halls
of his empty soul.
Violent overtures scratch,
engraving ominous symphonies
into pure skin; notes bleed,
and he thinks it's his fate to suffer.
Tearing open hollow ribs,
dismembering himself alive
to feel pain, temporary reprieve
from this corpse-like shell.
Yet, I am drawn to his tragedy,
and I crave the taste of those tears;
A cry to the cutter, so pretty in pain,
and I long to be the razor, kiss it all away.
To be the tourniquet, the anesthesia,
suppressing sacred exsanguination,
irrevocably in love with anguish,
whose world bleeds his beauty like the night.
the soothing silver lullaby
is the only music he knows by heart.
Violin strings cut him open,
and broken chords resonate
through hallowed halls
of his empty soul.
Violent overtures scratch,
engraving ominous symphonies
into pure skin; notes bleed,
and he thinks it's his fate to suffer.
Tearing open hollow ribs,
dismembering himself alive
to feel pain, temporary reprieve
from this corpse-like shell.
Yet, I am drawn to his tragedy,
and I crave the taste of those tears;
A cry to the cutter, so pretty in pain,
and I long to be the razor, kiss it all away.
To be the tourniquet, the anesthesia,
suppressing sacred exsanguination,
irrevocably in love with anguish,
whose world bleeds his beauty like the night.
♥
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great job I enjoyed it a lot
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