Violin boy

Wake me the fuck up.
This drug seduced dream, is boring me.
Your more entertaining.

Your like a violin missing some strings.

Knees scrapped and bleeding.
Tears streaming.
It seems I've fallen again.
Looking up I see you.
Your standing their infront of me.
You ask "why?"
I dont know.
Just leave me be.
I scream.
Shaking your head.
You hold out your hand.
I take it.

Im bleeding.
Your violin strings cut me.
The cut gets bigger.
And bigger.
Intill it swallows me whole.
Then spits me right out.

Somedays I wish I would swing that violin against the wall.
Just to see if it still keeps playing. and playing.

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