The Pianist

tredici.

break the silence
release your breath
open your mind
and stare at death

cold hard eyes
soulless and bleak
pools of darkness
with no bottom to seek
their only purpose to
leave you weary and weak

once you blink
your vision will flee
sight nothing more
than a distant memory

she's trapped
poor lass
frozen in the cage of time
bend the brass
but it will not give
so wait for her to pass

lost in a world
all pitch black
trying to race
off the track

fight or flight
my dear
which is most
that you fear
when all that is haunting
is far too near

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i effectively fried my brain writing that

maybe it was already dead from going back to school...hmm

xx alina