Crescendo to dust my darling
this symphony’s lost its chord
chasing a climax
you serenaded me like a siphon
wrapping strings wound around my voice
at mercy against this stage
silencing my voice
how soft your notes feel, wrapped inside my skin
among that soothing, drowning face
masking as mortality
when the notes of promise screeched soundly
those echoes peer inside my hollow heart
tearing strings as we fall apart
Your Tender Notes
The Nameless Collective 