My thoughts are bitter
The world crumbling in its essence. Shiver.
A simple stroke of guitar strings. Brings together,
A melody, rhythm, hope maybe even melancholy.
Life should be avoided at all cost,
Anguish, misery, catastrophe. Mind lost.
Thunder like a hollow echo,
Walls travel you back to the 30s, art deco.
A violin playing for my sorrows,
The bows cut through, like arrows.
She cries on the kitchen floor,
Her mind an on-going war.
Walk away I plead,
Don’t be so naïve,
Walk away or grieve,
Walk away or forever deceive.