I leave the crowd wandering thru hallways in and out of rooms suddenly a closed door, a faint noise entering darkness two small candles flickering on a piano one figure clothed in black his body swaying gently as his hands touch the keys the music he creates torturing my soul sympathies aroused innermost secrets uncovered a look of suffering in his eyes one with the darkness i tremble with meaninglessness next to this being so perfect, so enchanting like a dream to speak would be to break this ethereal image his eyes, though distant, burn holes thru my mind his song filling the space i am numb what does he hide what is his story why so much pain the darkness thickens the flames blow out he is inside me we are one and the vision of black plays on forever an endless tale of grief
Reason for writing:
i was at this girls house with a bunch of people, i noticed my friend michael had disappeared so i looked for him. he was in a dark room dressed all in black playing the piano. the entire scene and the feelings it created can only be described as poetic.
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