#songless

[definegodliness]

9-11-2024

Cling

A dark silhouette, Silent at sundown, upon the tallest barren Branch, closest to heaven. Caws, The lone rook. My memory of song. I no longer have any wistful reveries, Only perversions of the dove-sweet Dreams, I held so dear I could not abandon them, despite their years Of hapless corrosion. I feel The effigies malform; crack, and crumble In my anxious grip of bright boned fingers, And, still, I cling on, bloodless. I let the rust flakes stain me crimson; They slip like sand, And remind me my hands Were softer, once. Smaller, And warmer.

--- 9-11-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[bunnie-hospital]

Commission for Songless (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

[rp-kat]

B'z - TV Style II Songless Version

1995

[rp-kat]

B'z - TV Style Songless Version

1992

[meanderingworlds]

Miller, Calvin ~ The Singer

Miller, Calvin ~ The Singer

In hell there is no music — an agonizing night that never ends as songless a shattered violin.

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