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I can see you in the shadows,
As you take a changing form,
See you leaping through black meadows,
As your flesh is cut by a roses' thorn,
See your blood flow everywhere,
As you watch me silently stare,
Grab me now, and fly me to Hell,
Where we both deserve to dwell.
I can hear you lightly playing,
An instrument of a hundred chord,
But you don't see me astraying,
You don't see me getting bored,
That piano you do play,
Sends chills up and down my spine,
See my energy like a sun ray,
See me sway in time with my shine.
I hear you speak a thousand words
I hear you say every sound,
I hear you say hurds and hurds,
Of words about your spirit hounds,
But if you listened,
To yourself,
You'd see you glistened,
In yourself,
Basked upon your own selfworth,
And never cared about my birth.
A/N: I just wrote this after hearing someone playing a piano at around 1-2AM a few days ago. I was the only one awake in the WHOLE house and my video game and TV were on mute. It went on for a few minutes and then stopped. It wasa beautiful yet morbid song and I don't really remember it. I'm an mild insomniac to and when I DO get to sleep I have bad nightmares and I usually wake up with cuts all over my fingers, hands and arms.
Scary, eh?