Nocturne

Bassist

the Thunder began aggressively,

it roared and illuminated the light,

and the ceiling too seemed to crumble,

under the bassist’s merciless strike.

But soon the rain stopped pouring,

and the clouds attempted to dry;

the bassist’s mighty war-song

had turned into a sweet lullaby.

His gentle caress faded

as night fell across the sky

and with the moonlight for companionship

the bassist began to cry.

knife

i heard her ask me quietly

if i was afraid of that knife

and biting back tears i smiled bravely

but she knew

you never listened to the truth when i told you

not even when i screamed it, no

deaf to my most desperate cries

shut up shut up!

but i was so angry

and then slowly the dynamic unfolds

he’s afraid to get involved

he’s afraid to go against her

but i saw the guilt in your eyes papa!

why’d you walk away from me?

come back daddy, come back

you know if you said anything 

anything

you could put it right

but you won’t, will you

months and months passed

i shook with pain and cried alone

until time and tears were indistinguishable

i waited for you to speak to me again

i dreamed, i dreamed, but

be dead, asshole

that was how you broke five months of silence

goodbye mama, you broke my heart

why are you crying, he asks

because you won’t listen

because there are so many knives here

because you saw it, you saw it

because for five months, it was a joke to you?

shut up, shut up

its always easier 

to let only one person affect you

than to have to manage everyone at one time

isn’t it, mama, papa

you fall too easily, for bullshit and lies!

i heard her ask me quietly

if i was afraid of that knife

and biting back tears i smiled bravely

but she knew

i was so afraid.