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reincarnation






Broken records
In one corner of my room

Nothing will ever seem
Music to my ears now

My life is not a song as you said
But an eternal haunting silence instead

Every word you wrote
And each tune I made for it

Is all now a lie to me
And I don't play false melodies

From torn strings of my guitar
A garrote I weave

My dreams deserve
A punishment for sure

In the mirror I see
A Medusa being born...

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Medusa's Garrote

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  • crvorhees
    October 18

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    wow.. i really liked the idea of making a garrote of guitar strings.. i feel that way about my piano sometimes. i have no thoughts on how to revise it though.. seems near perfect the way it is.