Misunderstood

She sings her song of tragedy
she whispers her words of pain
upon the world the letters
are written
spelling out her name...

Its blood
she bled when she could
not feel...
No matter how hard she tried
reality was so surreal.

The black and white keys
of the piano were played...
what alluded was a passionate song
of hate and disgrace...

As she played the violin
the strings cut into her veins
ripping her wrists apart
and flooding with
the blood of her passion.

The words of her song are heard
yet no one understood
this phantom of freedom
was so misunderstood...