Major and Minor

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...

Author's Note

Reviews welcome!

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i love this, it is skillfully penned, cleverly arranged and very good prose. i love the concept of minor notes as the unwanted pieces of life, however they are "key" (pun intended) to bringing beauty to music, so that parallel works extremely well. stellar write!

[HaydenS]

Wow, that was impressive imagery, i really liked this!

[Nami Machae]

wow... i loved this. the flow and emotion was perfect... amazing job

[Simon Welsh]

I love this so much... story of my damn life.