Violin Bullets
So sweet a melody my notes are like bullets
Sing with your eyes closed it will hurt less
In dischord augmented stress
A signature key of shrapnel
Two four, three four, four four
I downtuned my gun today;
I can almost out run it.
How can I sing when my voice is cut out
No voice, no choice...
I’m doped on rejection, I’m an infraction on humanity
I live with insanity it cooks my breakfast; I like white toast
But I’m talking to no one...
I am a ghost.
Inside my mind is an insane asylum
I leave blankets at the foot of my head
But this I do not dread, my sanctuary with no bed
The floor I implore you is more comforting
Shhh I need to sleep now...
But when I lay my head down I hear screams of my mother
Burning in hell like a violin that shot a bullet into my soul
I will tell you you such dreams bring a smile to my face;
For I now know she is truly in her place.
(2012)
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