Chopin
Nocturne E-flat major, Op: 9, no. 2
Bowed even slower than the usual tempo
Heartbroken, like the old aging violin wood.
Ruing, like murdering a young hood .
Whimpering, like the dog in the neighborhood.
It has been six months since my last melody was heard by her.
The one woman who
turned my life around stronger than the storms,
taught my egos to shut the hell up,
calm my indecisive balls down.
Basically, the woman of everyone's dream.
Mostly, my dream.
The song hit the highs, and... snap.
E5 was played too harshly.
Blood slowly flowed down my arms;
dripping and staining the floor.
I fell to my knees.
Looking down to the polished wooden floor.
The dimly lit room made it hard to differ the colors of stain and ground.
Gathering every bit of the strength that's left, I tried getting back up on my two limbs.
Drop; my entire back now kissing the freezing cold oak.
Migraines.
My body felt so light yet my head was thumping the beat of death metal over and over.
Beer cans, killed-cigarettes, white powder
Scattered everywhere.
This is it. This is what I've become.
Now I've really done it
Now I've really fallen deep
Too deep I will never make it out
Ever.
I left it
I left it on you
I left my whole life on you
And now you're gone
What will I be?
the room got darker and darker.
Come back.
I'm sorry
I miss you
I love you
So, please.
Brief coma.
Oh, dear God. What have I sinned to be punished this way?
Oh, dear God. If You really are a Savior, now is a real good time to prove me wrong.
Oh, dear God. I'm begging for Your mercy and generosity.
Oh, dear God. Get me out of this timeless torment.
Oh, dear God. For You are so good. Please take me away.
Oh, dear God. Just bring her back.
violin strings;
once snapped, never one again
Ever
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Angsa
RomanceAngsa. Swan in Indonesian. Living its whole life muted, no words, melody, nothing. Just silence. Right before death came for it, It sings. Sings out the most eerie, sad, lonely melody. My feelings to you. It's not much of a difference. I made you lo...
