The keys are cold
beneath my fingernails,
bitten and bleeding
to the bed.
My head hurts
as I play
myself.
Music too loud,
I feel each note
too high
or too low.
My hands cramp
and shake -
I cannot hear anything
but the symphony
of my shadows.
corruption to my ears
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Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)