Sing me a song.
Sing of days of folly.
Sing it sad...
Sing it as it is.
Sing its story.
Extend each syllable
into mournful vibratos.
Drown the
crests of choruses
with wrenching falsettos.
*Let it be soft...
But sharp as a knife is keen.
Let it reach into my chest.
And grab at the lull in between.*
So sing me a song.
Sing to me how I failed.
Serve me my sadness.
Sing to me...
My tale.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 6:31 AM UTC
Sing me a song.
Sing of days of folly.
Sing it sad...
Sing it as it is.
Sing its story.
Extend each syllable
into mournful vibratos.
Drown the
crests of choruses
with wrenching falsettos.
*Let it be soft...
But sharp as a knife is keen.
Let it reach into my chest.
And grab at the lull in between.*
So sing me a song.
Sing to me how I failed.
Serve me my sadness.
Sing to me...
My tale.
