Draw a breath, breathe in your silence. Sew your lips shut and hide your emotions. An emotional battle that is certain to persist. Leaves behind razorblade kisses upon your wrist. Crimson gnaws frost-bitten fingers, holding fast To the ivory keys that plays a black soul�s sorrow A single note holds strong through the Deafening silence, shattering solitude. Though you�re still alone, all alone in a void, and The sadness plagues your once alluring eyes Vivid green, now dull and as cold as your Frost-bitten fingers that still attempt to play Your heart struggles to beat, like a pounding drum Keeping rhythm throughout this heartbreaking song The candles are lit to cast shadows throughout the room, A single flame�s light lands upon your scars, display them Like trophies to the world. Proof of your misery, It�s what they�ve asked for, looking past the lyrics Blind to the emotion hidden within sewn lips. Your eyes sing your song, for you are mute Afraid of silence, your fingers land heavily Upon the ivory keys this night, playing fiercely As if it were your last. Hold fast to the dying note Don�t let the silence consume you once more Wrists bleed one last night from these accidental Razorblade drawings and ivory is stained crimson The candle slowly flickers, dying like your own light That once lit up your eyes, but it�s vanishing fast And your eyes no longer convey every emotion Staring into them is like gazing into a void, The void you pushed yourself to become. The notes are fading into silence, and Fingers lay limp upon the blood-stained keys Your candle burns out, letting darkness consume what�s left; The song has died, along with the misery that haunted this starving artist Hungry for attention and affection but afraid of the consequences. You died tonight and no one cared; no one understood the meaning Behind everything you wrote; hidden messages transmitting sorrow Through the sadness played upon the ivory keys, With those frost-bitten fingers.
