serenity unceasing
thus is hell
the peaceful calm
and no harm
a lack of funeral bells
no balancing conclusions
to the tenders of contusions
to right this wrong
I’ll write this song
a dirge
so hum along
virtueless integrity
thus is love
in three part treachery
accompanied by warm thighs
such luscious symphony
a wrathful wraith
with bastard’s fate
and so sweet an after taste
with lurid inclinations
despite her past fixations
fulcro de la inspiraciόn
herald of my sins
plays melodies on heartstrings
a dirge
so strum along
a tune so emphatic, restful and tragic
reverb off a blur
fingers tread frantic
the song of decay
it bloodies the hand
strings start to fray
forgive and forget when hands wish to stray
so sweet the prayers
eyes start to say
beat, measure, rest
“Why won’t you stay?”
fearful trust
thus is us
skin stained red from tender rust
yet, still smooth to the touch
a lack of right and wrong
an urge
so come along
A contest entry
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Comments
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I really liked your musical touch with this one, I love the language and vocabulary you used. I've played viola for 13 years so I could really relate and and as soon as i saw the word "symphony" my heart jumped
Thanks for taking the time to enter my contest, and I apologize for me delay in judging! Best of luck!
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I'm have no idea what its about.. but for some reason it reminded me of a lullaby! I know that sounds weird, but it did...
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