The instrument of that insane.

Sounds of the corruptive, noises of the crazed, huddled in a corner to spend away my days.

Locked in my brief fantasy, legends of that dead, the racket of my enemies hungry to be fed.

Screaming in my morbid nightmare, a scare to say the least a violin before me, it\'s time for me to feast.

The confessions of my music piece, a love distrought of all the rage, a simple key to my cage of insanity..

The doors ajar, suspense afar as I lean it just to take look, the ground beneath me wobbling, the walls begin to shook.

I am Alone.