Passion of the violin

* this is a poem that i have written that i will soon turn into a song. ive started a band and i write the songs so i thought it would be a good idea to post them and get some feedback. let me know if you have any ideas for a chorus, coz i cant come up with one at the moment. thanks.*

Her fingers bleed against the wood
from where her flesh was torn
and as the strings scream against the bow
all hells darkness is born

her soul is trapped in the sweet melody
and in darkness it will sleep
falling deeper as the blood runs down
from her cuts so deep

Beautiful is the pain
That causes her to cry
As the darkness begins to swallow her
she knows that she is doomed to die

and as her life slips away
the wood is stained in red
She takes in one last breath
Before she falls to the ground dead

And even though she lay there
Lifeless on the floor
The violin still plays
haunting her soul forever more . . .

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