A Blade so similar to the Bow of a violin,
Sliding back and forth against my skin.
You don’t cut a violins strings,
But sometimes it's all too tempting.
It’s tempting to watch the strings break,
Grow weak and snap under the ache.
Do you think violins ever get tired?
Maybe the violin can't wait to retire…
I’m sure it doesn’t matter to you, not until it’s too late.
That violin might have thought being used by you was its only good trait..
Maybe It’s scared of what will happen..
What will happen after it finally taps in…
Maybe we’re all scared of what comes after this life.
I remember the shake in my hands as I grabbed the knife.
I never ACTUALLY wanted to leave, but …
I really couldn’t stop after the first cut.
So hear the faint tune as I shed my violin tears,
The sound will forever stain your ears.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 10:16 AM UTC
A Blade so similar to the Bow of a violin,
Sliding back and forth against my skin.
You don’t cut a violins strings,
But sometimes it's all too tempting.
It’s tempting to watch the strings break,
Grow weak and snap under the ache.
Do you think violins ever get tired?
Maybe the violin can't wait to retire…
I’m sure it doesn’t matter to you, not until it’s too late.
That violin might have thought being used by you was its only good trait..
Maybe It’s scared of what will happen..
What will happen after it finally taps in…
Maybe we’re all scared of what comes after this life.
I remember the shake in my hands as I grabbed the knife.
I never ACTUALLY wanted to leave, but …
I really couldn’t stop after the first cut.
So hear the faint tune as I shed my violin tears,
The sound will forever stain your ears.
