Heartstring

A Poem by Kaden Frontae

Strings dig down to the core

An instrument without an owner.

Devil steals and plays its tune

A mimicking, sickly melody

Strung together with sorrow

The heat of the song takes its toll

The strings are split in twain

The instrument is broken

Devil laughs

Curtains fall

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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a strage poem

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Added on January 13, 2011
Last Updated on January 13, 2011

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