Major and MinorA Poem by Graveyardfuck
Every sad story is another false key on a dusty paino
Grande or not, It strikes a chord somewhere Deep, inside. And when Death's cold fingers crash against the black keys, The Martyr's song is played. White keys are executed rarely, Melodies played by every birth, by every first love, every marriage, every anniversary, every laugh...or joyful cry... To only be hindered by a D minor My life is a D minor.. m e l a n c h o l y s u f f e r i n g d e p r e s s i o n i n s a n i t y s u i c i d e I play these keys blindly, Crying with each piercing pain, By every false strike of the keys. I'm falling and I cannot be saved. Insanity takes root, And my mind floats away... I'm screaming but my cries and pleas will never be heard, By the opressing notes I am forced to perform. Every failure is punished... But...how can I know which notes are the right ones? I'm helpless... I will forever suffer,destroying myself from the inside out. I'm falling-HELP! and-HELP! I-HELP! cannot-HEL- be-HE- saved...
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Added on May 1, 2013Last Updated on May 2, 2013 Tags: piano, death, sadness, melancholy, keys, insane, insanity, instruments, dark AuthorGraveyardfuckFort Walton Beach, FLAboutWelcome! Welcome all to the esoteric world of Brooke's Wonderland! Speculate over my alluring, yet ominous creations. Observe my nightmarish allegories. But do not forget, this dreamland has an eve.. more..Writing
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