I cut off my ears
at a beautiful note
And fall in love when
it's a screeching sound
I gauge my eyes out
with the violin's bow
The audience claps
so I take a bow
Lately, I have been détaché-d
Colorful melody, no strings attached
Take the strings of the violin
Tie them around my neck
I grab the neck
of the violin, choke myself
and say
Violence is yet
another instrument
I can't play.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
I cut off my ears
at a beautiful note
And fall in love when
it's a screeching sound
I gauge my eyes out
with the violin's bow
The audience claps
so I take a bow
Lately, I have been détaché-d
Colorful melody, no strings attached
Take the strings of the violin
Tie them around my neck
I grab the neck
of the violin, choke myself
and say
Violence is yet
another instrument
I can't play.
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