The Violin

  The song rings out in sadness.
The strings are slightly frayed.
The bow across the strings.

 Makes an evil hiss.
Played into oblivion.
Sitting in this abyss.

 The strings begin to rip.
The screeching of the bow, upon the strings.  Just like the ringing in my ears.

 In the dark abyss, where I sit.
Nothing to be seen.
Just that violin, squealing.

 What started out as harmony.
Now a dreadful sound.
Playing in my head.

 Want to start this over again.
Try to make a sound.
No one hears me.

 For all that's heard...
Is that dreadful.....
Screeching....

 FUCKING....
BROKEN.....
VIOLIN.....

Just like the pieces of my heart........