In all the world
There is no one that will listen to this song.
The piano plays the sad melody.
It brings ache to people's hearts, so no one dares listen to it.
It has no words, only meanings.
It yearns for someone to listen to it, yet no one ever will.
The sad song plays louder and louder still, but no one hears it.
It remains a silent song,
Therefore.... a sad song....
No one will ever go near it because they do not understand it.
The pain the misery collected by the melody rips apart one's mind.
Torture will only ease the pain of the song.
Understanding is the key.
The pathetic song, the hidden pain and sorrow, the lost cause...
It is all for nothing, this song understands.
Not all things can be heard or seen, it is said.
They will merely die in time, just like humans that are heard.
Weeping notes roll of the face of the song.
All is not what it seems to be.
The song is tired of not being heard, so it cries when no one dares listen.
In the late and sacredness of the night....
No one hears it, so no one will miss it.
All the needs, wants, dreams, and thoughts of the song die out fast.
There is not a human in the world that can heal its wounds.
It is broken .....It is gone.
No one dares listen the song.
They fear its cries because they sound like death.
Vile recollections pass through this song, so perhaps they pass through them, the humans.
Lies are told, but the song continues to cry louder and louder.
None the less, the lies drown the song.
The song is rejected for eternity, and accepts that fact.
Yet it longs for closure.
An unheard song still lives even when it is not heard.
There is someone that created it, so it has proof of existence.
Alone forever....
No sound, sight, dreams, or anything,
Only death....
For this song..
