Discordant Symphony

The discordant symphony
Conducted by nimble fingers.
Pallid skin, a flash of red,
Slay the loneliness that lingers.

I hear your tragic bird song,
It’s burning through my ears.
Filling every crevasse of my mind,
It’s the only sound I hear.

Time is blending,
My heart needs mending.
Falling apart at every seam.
Is this reality, or is it a dream?
Though the discordant symphony plays on,
How can I possibly go on?

A jarring sonata,
Of blissful screams.
This livid vision
Is not what it seems.
Conduct this fearful orchestra
With a wave of your disembodied hand.
Direct the resonating madness
With a single utterance.

Time is blending,
My heart needs mending.
Falling apart at every seam.
Is this reality, or is it a dream?
Though the discordant symphony plays on,
How can I possibly go on?

A burning melody,
A restless lullaby,
A joyful shriek,
A kiss goodbye.
A burning melody,
A restless lullaby,
A joyful shriek,
A kiss goodbye.

Let me hear your sweet demise.