• Fingers press down on broken keys,
    dripping with passion from all of these.
    Color drained from every eye,
    these pains will only grow stronger with every sigh.
    With swift movement these chords are strung,
    every note stolen breath from blood filled lungs.
    Forming on this black and white canvas a heart spilled out for all to see,
    forgotten love is all thats left of me.