I strum a tune lacking color
depicting vibrations that are hollow.
A melody whose vision appears blurred
displays delight intertwined with sorrow.
The tune is full of chaotic order.
A subtle melody screaming to be seen,
but it fails to gain any momentum.
I fall to my knees and crawl behind the screen
Thus my song fades, becoming nothing but a loud breadth
and so I lay here waiting, biding my time until death.