Last Melody

Listen to her,

as she plays that melody that I once knew. 

That song that I thought was my saving grace,

twisted now to a devils song.

I want it to end,

yet how could it stop,

when for so long 

I have heard nothing,

but her melody in my mind.

I fear the silence that consumes within. 

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