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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 10:57 pm
BLOOD STAINED HARMONY By Takarafire
The distant sound plays over and over again
echoing throughout every note the little girl plays.
Hands come crashing down on the faded piano keys
as blood drips from her finger tips,turning the music bitter-sweet.
What has she done to have created such a haunting melody?
Her mouth moves speaking,whispering,"No more...I wish to
not play the piano anymore." But can this one girl play to the finish
of the song? No. There is no end to this blood stained harmony.
Just a poem I made late at night while staring at my piano for hours. Comments are much welcomed. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 6:37 pm
It's pretty good. :3
It's deep and gothicly creative. 3nodding
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