Some days I hear the sound of burning violins. As I bury my love ones in the cemetery of my mind. Some days I wish I could cut into my body and pull whatever it is that makes me feel love. I'll tie it from it's limbs and hang it outside my window. Watch the rope slowly tatter and tear. As I hang the rest of my emotions on tree branches. Cast fire upon it and watch them burn. Some days I pray, sometimes I wish. That we would all die and live in peace.