There is such a dark Symphony, raging like a storm in my head.
The sounds of crushed hopes and dying dreams are a constant chord being struck.
Hope rings like a bell in the darkness, crushed by a Crescendo of betrayal.
The heart lets out a Dissonant toll, longing for the Duet now lost.
The Symphony has played so long, the heart begins to beat out a Staccato.
The Composer wishes to revive the strong Rhythm, but the Notes are lost to another.