Inferno

The Edge of the Blade
by Inferno

The blood that sheaths wounds
the blossom that sooth pain of sorrow
the ship of the night battling the round
going back and forth that shadows silence

The fearful memories that haunt us,
there's no light at the end of the tunnel.
Silence and the darkness that is a melody,
going back and forth, but no way out.

The agony puts you on your knees -
the pictures on the wall scream at you.
The sonata in your head that prisons you and the blood of the wall that says -
"Oh you, Creature of the night, behold the symphony of your melancholy".

A slow piano that plays loudly yet sooth,
tears start to flow,
the violin ever so sweet,
then everything around you slowly starts to disappear,
like a musicbox never stops playing although you don't want it to stop.

At the center of the hall, you begin to go up the balcony
like playing at a stage of a theatre and there's a moonlight,
the garden is your audience and the wind is the curtains,
and behind the scenes is the room behind you.

You start to play a role up the balcony saying -
"Oh who hears me, my heart tumbles and the tears remain silenced,
the music never stops and my everlasting sorrow that sings my misery"
The garden didn't have any movement and the wind is remained still.

You start to realize the garden is an empty silence,
the wind is nothing more a melody, and the moonlight is the music.
The room start to disappear, than the balcony start to fall,
and when your on the ground you being to see dead flowers.

So you start to grab your sword to end the suffering,
all of this was an illusion, but the music is still playing
and you slowly put the sword on your chest.

Suddenly, the music stops playing but the sword is already deep
the wounds no longer heal, slowly you start to fade away,
tears stop flowing yet the blood begin to flow out;
You begin to smile at the dance of the Edge of the Blade.

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I'm so sorry for being this so long, this probably one of the deepest and longest poem I ever written. It's hard to believe that is a poem, it's more like a play, but I won't give any spoilers.

I wish you all of a good day,
Inferno