Her story starts upon a time
when pain was just a way to run
into a place away from fear
and all the things she couldn't bear.

The city sang inside her head,
It screamed and cried, as music bled
onto a sheet of white and black,
her fingers raced to stay on track.

Her hands were brimmed with acid tears
and open veins drowned out the sneers
of all the faces looking down
upon her, snug with perfect frowns.

The chords were cutting through her thoughts,
the world breaking down to notes,
and in that space, the shadows swayed
in maddened laughs and disarray.

Her lips burned with the taste of flame
as smoke alarms schreeched out their blame,
but she could almost breathe again;
that wasn't part of her crazed plan.

Confusion fell to tenor tones
As she escaped in sound alone
And echos marked her sudden flight
against the whispers of the night.

She  couldn't see that all along
the world offered her it's song
if she could just let down her guard
to let the music heal her heart.