Violin, Sing for MeA Poem by ChidoriflowerMy longest poem yet! Ha ha!Violin, sing for me, a sweet, sad, haunting melody Unleash from the crypt a long lost bitter memory Seduce mine ears, and whisk the heart away Mischievous faerie, kidnap me during the day You chords cry and soar, touching angel's souls Stopping chore duties, and drying bread rolls
Dye this colorless day with scarlet emotion Enchant the mental process with your potion Resting on a musician's shoulder, I pine for you Melancholy reaches a boiling point, explodes, it's blue! Caustic elf, make me beg, and fly me to heaven You witch, a sorcerer, much more brilliant than Melvin
So soothing, so frightening, gives me chills Gliding on a balance of masterful wills Alone making me giggle, tickling till I start to cry Movements of a saw, grinding the guts, so sad I'll die Slowly up and down, rhythmic heights of joy Playing with the strings, a child with his toy
Stay by my side, never leave me choking on silence The boredom gnaws on my introverted mind, you give me guidance Distract me from this present time, chase me toward fantasy Breathe your magic, and make me alive, with your necromancy It is all pish and posh, whit and poppycock I'd rather drift off to the Shire, than listen to rock
Fiddle, dance for me, cascade crazy tunes Pile lovable drunkards on hay dunes Sting hairy feet to make them skip and hop Instead of dancing robots, who lock and pop Take me back to the green meadows, the outback Where phantoms hide in tall grass, and it's all wack
Violin, sing for me, and encourage erotic thought Fiddle, dance for me, even though how hard I fought To loosen the tight grip of jolly temptations The music comes and out ways all of my vindications So close and familiar, yet alien and distant There is no escape, no excuse to resist it
Sapphire tears drop on the marble drawing room floor Maple wood body, sleek and rippling, makes me want more Fits of depression seize my eyes, tears fall like crystal My warmth and your cold, it is startling, so mystical Demon spider, wrapping me up in your white sharp thread Gently rocking me, in the night, tucking me in bed
The stage is set on fire, so is your frostbitten fingers Your crescendo impales, the force and pain lingers You murderer, taking lovers' hearts while they're alive Only to awaken them, to torture, then to revive You collect the tears and praise, even when they may be blind Lover, waltz with me, and imprint true insanity on my mind
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Added on February 26, 2013Last Updated on March 2, 2013 Tags: black butler, violin, music, insanity, stuff AuthorChidoriflowerR.I.P, CAAboutI love reading, from YA books to classic English literature. Writing is my vent usually. I'm gay as hell. I like food, anime, videogames, and traditional dances. (Like waltzing, salsa, west/east coast.. more..Writing
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