Dark Symphony
My tears shimmer into air
The moon is out tonight
It bathes me in its despair
The wind is blowing hard
My bones are wracked with cold
But at least I have my soul
Somewhere deep in the night
I could wish away
All my nightmares into pieces
Sketch them into walls
So their stories look
Like garish faces
Places that I’ve been
Start to fade into the distance
Still I have my soul
Somewhere deep in the night
Someone plays a melody
You can hear it in the night
Their heart is being strummed
They are playing for their life
The song, it sings of pain
It will cut you like a knife
If their destiny is claimed
They will never be alright
Walking down a corridor
Of darkness raining down
I often count my steps
Maybe someday I’ll be found
The tears, they turn to ice
The playing suddenly stops
And the echoing of sadness
Slowly tapers off
Shadows cling to walls
I can feel their pulsing beats
The rhythm of their hearts
Storm together like a symphony
The echoing of pain
Paints a picture of agony
It’s driving me insane
With the violent screeching
Play that song again
I want to hear it loud
Make it rise into the air
So the heavens hear our sound
The crying violin
And the storming of the bass
Come together like a chorus
To let us hear their pain
I’m running through the night
Looking both ways
Down the corridor of misery
With my strings painted black and broken
Slowly coming down
Like a tempo
Swirling in a misty black abyss
The piercing notes shriek louder
Playing a wretched song
To the beat of our despair
Now take my bloodied hands
I’ve been playing for eternity
Slowly take a bow
We’ll end our wretched show
On a key of hope
So the nightmares recede
Ever on and on
We’ll play that piercing song
Let the encore roll
Like the thunder in the clouds
The desperate melody
Crescendos higher in the air
The sound is piercing higher
Through our ears
Thunder rolls in,
Lightning streaks down
The sound is rising
To the cheering of the crowd
We play harder still,
The ground begins to rock,
And the piano of the damned
Plays until it rots
Someone asks us now,
Will the concert ever end?
Our instruments have strummed
From beginning to the end
Tell us what to play
We’ll play it every night
We’ll add our special sound
Of fear and delight
Soon the curtains fall
A deadly crimson red
And silence now descends
As the players are now dead
The audience leaves
For their graves under bed
So I stumble down the streets
With my soul held in my hands
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Tayla Jones is a junior with a pre-major for the School of Nursing. Tayla draws inspiration from music and books, as well as any medium in which she feels a strong emotion.