I will make you a symphony,
with series of agony,
reflecting a sad melody,
describing the feelings inside of me.
the notes were crashed,
the tones were smashed,
the music was deeply buried,
and by the wind it was carried.
there's no more sound to be heard,
and in silence it was burned,
there's nothing to compare,
to this lullaby full of despair.
saving it is what I'm really trying,
even if i know it's meant for dying,
so i just want to listen and let it stay....
for i know it's melancholy was destined not to fade away.
deadflower_09
