The Blues

Found it in my old scrap book, I think I was drunk

Your melody entwines itself in my soul

And your rhythm eats at my very being

But I will let it feast

So feast! Ravage me in your mournful cry

Tear out my heart and hold it on high

So all can see your power

Let my soul be poured upon the floor

Let it be red with the anguish you cause.

And when you are done

When you have finished with your cries

Pick my soul up so that I may be reborn

Lift me above any scorn

For you have the power to kill and create

The power to love and the power to hate.

Oh that the blues would be my fate!

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

Powerful! Wow... I love the images you create.

- Let my soul be poured upon the floor
- so that I may be reborn

I like this piece very much. Very impressive.