Midnight Words

The Death

A violent waltz

to our dark duet

of a love of ours

that we once had

With screaming crescendos

and sharp violin solos

with a double edged knife in our chests

blood staining our breast

With the loud orchestra

even louder are our extras

anger is laughing, love is weeping

heartbreak is rejoicing and silence is screaming

and our eyes say all

that our words can not

and our dance becomes faster

and deadlier and louder

until it rises to a volume

with which all goes silent

and our dance tires 

but the silence just screams louder

And if you look closely

in the dark alley

of the love that once had been

of the people that once had lived

You'll look down at the ground

and find us lying about

impossibly close yet so far out

with our hearts torn out and blood all around