My Body is a Violin

Like an instrument I play myself

I hear myself

I feel myself

My body's like pieces of a violin

Fragile and thin

Commiting sweetness and sin

My veins are the strings tuned in perfect fifths

Uncovering the myths

Of love and pitch

The knife is my bow

Cutting through my body's bough

Pain's releasing the pain somehow

My screams are the symphony

The notes of my last destiny

My bloody chivarly

A beautiful melody.