The Hunger of the Over-eager Musician Part V: The Fish and the Wire

Dear Mr. Musician,

I am the one that knows you

I am the one that stabbed you

I am the one that pretended to care for you

 

Dear Mr. Musician,

are you still hungry?

a first place guitar award

can not always be so filling

when your constantly over-fed belly

consumes the tears of his siblings

 

Dear Mr. Musician,

allow me to provide you with care

I have meat, meat,

red, bloody meat

to feed you

 

I'll dangle it on this wire

infront of your cold, cold eyes

so eager, so eager, so eager they are

so fast you can run,

but I can just reel you back in faster

 

Follow the red bricked road,

follow, follow, follow

follow the blood trail

a beartrap lingers near by

 

Dear Mr. Musician,

is that you screaming so loudly?

oh my!

you're bleeding

too bad, too bad

I do not help those who waste it

and spit in the face of the so-called

loved

you're hopeless anyways

 

Dear Mr. Musician,

my roots are very tangled

they travel aroun objects

strangle, strangle, strangle

beware,

and make yourself comfortable in the soil there

you should be there a long, long, long time

after I close this heavy door

once and for all

with a heavy slam it projects,

I no longer hear the song of your cries for help,

I thought that you thought that screaming was

not music, just noise, noise

I drowned out your last song

and now I hear nothing at all!

 

Author's Note

I think that I'll leave this series at that.

Reviews

[Nana Carmine]

I feel a bit of anger here, but you did a great job. Thank you for sharing

~Nana Carmine

[Legion]

Lots of resentment I see. A good piece for frustration. I like the red brick road part the best.