It can only be heard when we want it so be silent
The beating of our hearts
The blood singing through our veins
Whether it be liquid hot rage
When you see them in another persons arms
In the skull shattering rush of wind as you plummet closer and closer to the ground
Completely deafened by the blood shooting through our being
Accompanied by your own breathing when you see that shining knife in the hands of your mother
Her hands covered in the previous song of your fathers heart
As a spectral chorus at the forefront of your mind
While tears chase away what you once remember to be happiness
That same happiness that once made the blood in your veins rush with adrenaline
All these melodies
All these emotions
Blood is your orchestra
And your heart
The Conductor
