Broken Strings

your only hate...

Hoping my song's sadness...

                       reaches your heart.

As I play...

             my endless tune.

My strings break...

                 on my souls despair.

 

Just wanting death,

                      to kiss me good night.

As he lays me down to sleep,

                       with my celebrated failure.

As I cut and bleed.

I see your faceless lies...

And feel you carve your hate into me.

Reviews

[poetdweller]

very beautiful, i love how its metaphorical to a song. Keep up the writing, its great. I love all of it. Its short but powerful, you know?