- Vol. 05
- Chapter 11
Sweet notes of Freedom
My fingers incessantly plucking the strings as they draw the blood from my soul and play on and on like a long-lost symphony, with truth lodged within my throat as I clutch my teeth together shredding it Oh! so gently
I move my fecund fingertips fervently to bring out the music of the divine those seraphic fingers playing the melody move gently Oh! so sublime
But nothing comes out from this choked and vapid soul everything gets lost in the cacophony this voiceless din, this succumbed uproar
I'm taking in thin strips of the air or whatever is left of it as my encumbered heart is dying and rotting slowly
Sweet notes of Freedom
when the air is heavy around me laced with thick orange-tinged doubts and accusations dangling freely
And I know I have to hide my identity inside this eye-pleasing ambrosial appearance, to satiate your soul and to validate my dim existence
And God forbid if I even try to exist in a form other than binary then music will be tainted forever the sweet notes will be turned into a cacophony upsetting your fragile balance between totalitarian and the anarchy
This air is venomous I'm gasping and wheezing with swirling vortex twisted around my throat, with my bated breath and bleary eyes I wait for sweet notes of freedom to set my soul free forever and more.