The Violin

I heard the violin cry to colors that don't exist

It pitched into a wail of paralyzed agony

Old blood poured from the strings

Black as a night without stars

It has something deep to say

Words of forgotten cadet blue

Feelings of sharpened violet

A forlorn dance of notes in vain

Never forget the blood tears

The shredded veins of the violin

Released in anguished anger

Produced in trembling pain

The lyrics straining the words

Why do you take me for granted

The lyrics screaming the words

Please remember me

And the violin struggles to keep its composure

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