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you walked in, your fault.
No one notices my musical talents,
or at least they don't care.
So I play my violin.
I try to make it feel better,
The red notes pouring down my arms.
But nobody cares so I keep on playing.
I go numb as I play, fading into my song,
my noctourne of blood.
The rush, the peace, the release,
oh how it soothes me.
And I know I should quit but I can't.
Only my friends notice me playing.
But they'd rather watch and listen
to me pla... Read More

Morphine Coma

Morphine’s death is coursing through my veins.
It's combating pain that's mine again.
The move, the breath, the twist, or the cough,
I can't pinpoint what has set it off.

The damaged nerves and lack of surgeon's skill,
That searing agony comes at will.
I lay writhing from the pain.
I'm awaiting morphine to reach my brain.

Morphine coma, come my friend.
I lay waiting for the pain to end.
Morphine coma comes to me.
It's deep and dark... Read More