Poetry | broken notes

broken notes

faith in life
it died in my hands
last night.
ending everything
all at once.
out of tune
nails on the chalkboard
that is your mind
but is it your mind
or has it become mine?
my notes scathe across your ears
incorrect pitch
like a scream in the night
for help but no one comes.
like an endless stream of
things through your mind
cold and frigid
but is there life therein?
or has it all died?
notes like bloody ice
crumble and break
melting into crimson rivers
of fire
to light the depths
of the oppressive

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