Music Man

The music man does not play my song

Vicious notes that tear inside

I play it myself

Music of my heart

Releasing it

Its sombre sound flows out red

From my arm, my skin

My flesh made violin

In the darkness of my room

No audience to applaud me

No reprieve, no orchestra

The sharpened blade of my bow

The knife I wield

Directed at me, solely

The lonesome musician of shattered pieces.