Sometime the Song Haunts

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    Sometime the Song Haunts


    Music notes written in my blood
    Dripping from my soul
    That’s eaten y evil clowns
    The voice haunting me

    Dripping upon the guitar strings
    Playing an evil tune of death
    Like rain on a tin roof
    Without lovers below it

    Souls left to listen to my song
    Haunted by the whole of me
    The hole ripped into my heart
    Blood dripped music

    Making it through the night
    Living on the rocky cliff
    But still my glass is empty
    Cries the lyrics of this song

    My life is that which is never sung
    Not because of a lack of beauty
    But a lack of spirit
    For it’s the song that haunts.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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