The sound of fear is a G,
Strong and quivering.
Press our indented fingers into strings
Until they bleed.
Broken callouses
As I strum out the tune of my existence.
I have no other repertoire.
I forgot the songs of my youth.
I tear at steel,
Helpless,
Until in the dead of night
The strings give way,
As if plucked violently by invisible hands.
Horrible, piercing, haunting;
One by one they go in the darkness.
Suddenly, unexpected
Cracking like fatal thunder
Echoing through my torturous dirge
Unrestful slumber
I play, my instrument breaking down
Until I can play no more
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