Crack the skin

Of red wood,

And listen-

      rising curtains with

   rising trumpets;

the piano plays

            Furiously with passion

as drums strike so catchy.

Breathing away my Summer,

I long for relaxation,

eternal sleep to renew my veins.

Six-after another,

notes carved by the piano,

and the sweet flute, pleasant with its soothing,

careful, rhythm

Smiling,

Like the curl of a wine label;

Confident,

I’ll show them my real

                            Beauty

                                    And

                              Talent.

 

Now,

Lying dead in the bed of decay,

We sleep till the flames go out

Hacked as the piano and bass

Tune in the background softly, I battle through

Firewalls,

 Seeking my own master.

A rhythm that

            Attaches to

                        Your

Soul,

                                    Repeating

Itself to never-satisfying

            Delight;

     Drums the beat

So                   

     Accurate

        too hypnotic.

 

Smiling,

People laugh;

Smiling,

People insult;

Smiling,

People point;

Smiling,

I shed a tear;

 

Smiling,

I move on.

Bitter,

My breath blows a furry of snow cold enough to freeze my own wishes.

Heartfelt, those songs of aching hearts and eternal love,

They are illusive….

For love once and to only

Be broken

Is the destiny of a monster.