A Gloomy Sunday

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
have you ever played a song and thought how you would like the song to be played at your funeral, or maybe even while you die?

the poem is a basic intro to the book, its a working progress but is well under way and i hope to publish it soon.

Submitted: May 16, 2017

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Submitted: May 16, 2017



A Gloomy Sunday

Have you ever hit a piano key?

The lowest rumbling under a touch,

And the highest but a pinch of a C,

And for tonight my song will play as such.

I hope no one will ever have to know,

The song in my head that will bring me death.

Like the steady beat of a metronome,

The silver button will take my last breath,

And my sorrows will not longer be.

The blood of my mind will spill like fine wine,

And with my last chord I will try and see.

but the cage of my thoughts clutter my mind.

though my song is somber it will live on.

Thus the hungarian suicide song.



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