A Collection of the Broken

I Can't Escape the Violins

I hear them everywhere

They never leave me-

And the people…

My friends…

They call me mad…

Insane.

But I know they are real-

The sounds-

The Violins…

I Can’t Escape the Violins

They follow me everywhere

They will not leave me!

And the sounds…

The music they compose in the dead of the night…

They are hauntingly beautiful.

But they do not leave me!

So will I forever be present to the sound of beauty?

Because if beauty will eternally stock me…

Then I do not want to hear its sounds

And the Violins-

Sick and twisted they have become to my overwhelmed heart!

Days of only hearing their sounds have weakened me

To my hands and knees,

Asking my head to make it stop

-Telling my mind I cannot take it anymore

And the everlasting sound will not drown out

It will not leave me be…

I cannot sleep or eat

I cannot talk or listen

I cannot focus or feel

All has been taken from me by the Violins

And Insanity-

Does it mean to hear the Violins?

Because I cry at night, begging for them to leave by dawn’s rise

And then I laugh in the morning

Because I knew even at night that my wishes would not be fulfilled

I Can’t Escape the Violins

I lie on the floor,

Rolling around,

Trying to relieve my mind of the pain

And sometimes I slap myself

Trying to see if the slap would somehow make the Violins disappear

-Sometimes I bang my head against the wall

And it still will not leave me

Am I cursed to forever hear beauty?

Am I cursed to stand by as beauty becomes something too much to bear

-And something much more horrible than a nightmare?

I feel I cannot take it anymore

I cannot think straight

So I wander my mind

From the surface

To the deepest, darkest recesses

-Looking for where the bells are coming from…

I Can’t Escape the Violins

And so-

Day by day,

Night by night,

Forever Alone left to the mercy of the Violins,

I wait in agony

For the Violins to leave me free