16 May 2012
She picks her way through Stairway Hoping something is achieved, That something shifts inside her, Something is relieved.
She winces yet she carries on Through the searing pain, Soft melodies rising through the air In search of some spiritual gain.
The metal chords cut through the flesh And are coated with her life, The liquid force that pumps her on Through happiness and strife.
As human roses and tidal waves Mingle on the frets She hopes that she is bleeding out Her losses and regrets.
Strings • Opuss № I