The orchestra of Death has become an opera!A Poem by Boy of the redTelling how I got to be slightly crazy
It was once,
I was a happy, carefree boy. Then with the death of my love, Death's orchestra rang through my head. For years it went, It's familiar tune always running through me. It's slowing and quickening , Always keeping it in my mind. Then, as you think it is almost over, That the song would finally end, That the musicians would lay down thier instruments, The booming voice came, and it grew all the louder. His voice never stops. It never changes! It never dies out! It is always there! It seems the musicians, All the more ready to play. And cruel, horryfying singer, Is also conducting the show.... They are in my mind, But also in my heart. They see what goes on inside, They have no problem pointing out every flaw. Will it ever stop? Will it ever end? Will the musicians ever stop playing?! Will the singer ever get out of my HEAD!!! That question he has always answered. He will never stop. Not until I follow the rhythm of the song. Not until I surcum to the Opera of Death!
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Added on December 6, 2012Last Updated on December 8, 2012 AuthorBoy of the redLittle rock, ARAboutI am me and that is all I can be. I write to stay myself and share my work. thank you for reading and I cant wait to see yours. more..Writing
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