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I wrote my greatest piece of music,
A melody sweet to the ears of my demented heart,
And thick in the mouth
Of the rabid dog clinging to my throat.
The harmony of my bones, broken and rotted,
Beat to the drumming of my ragged breathing.
Please listen to these intoxicating notes
As they sing such a hypnotic ode
That tell a story like no other.
Watch as I create a masterpiece
That a Poe would be proud of.
I carve this poem into my chest,
My scars the music bracket,
Pain the sharp notes playing along the air,
With my name signed in blood.
Shivering hands cite the music staves
That bind my throat, drawing thin lines of red
Across my neck, a collar that chokes me when I sing.
My tears are the piano keys of all ebony,
Tainted red with the bleeding rose petals
Falling from the sky above me,
My fingers the crying tools that play across
These broken keys.
I wrote my greatest piece of music,
And it's my most sorrowful moment of all...

-2/22/07