PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My splendid concert to you I devote,

to the person that has educated me the world,

I will initiate with a great bang,

I hold a cold dark object,

I hold,

I pull and I bang,

the echo of a great drum is heart all over the horizon,

the great piece begins to unfold as I hit  the soil,

I hold on my hands an sharp solid object,

my arm becomes the violin as I play the greatest tunes,

I rip my flesh,

a solo, a great gasp of air is heard,

my veins I pulled them out and begin to play the tunes,

they are strings of wonder to your ears,

as every string is touch

a spilled of red liquid spills to the floor,

the sounds of pain I create,

I see the tears of happiness you shed,

my leg cracks open,

I begin to play the trombone,

the tunes are heard in the underworld,

my heart is rip to your sight,

you begin to hear the bass of this symphony,

my eyes are the rings and bells you hear

as they come in contact with one another,

small wounds to my lungs

to be served as the most beautiful flute tunes,

this work of art,

I dedicated to you my dear Satan,

I see you are in first row, middle seat,

your lessons are very wonderful,

you make them nice and clear,

that is why this one man symphony

dedicates this symphony to you

-che