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The ViolinistHe used to play for hours along
Used to play sad melodies
For a forsaken love
In the lost deep darkness...
Played for the one who loved without limits
Who made him feel something more
The one who despised him once before,
That kept his heart and left...
Alone, he walked to the graveyard
And once more he played...
The ravens came to listen to him in silence
The cold gravestones moaned with the sound of music.
But the one he loved nothing said...
Didnt smile...didnt cry...
He played for hours along...
Sad melodies of somebody in love,
Somebody desperate who have already suffered,
And alone in the dark,
The violinst played to me...
© Lady Amdis
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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