The Melody of Their Demise

inside

inside a cold chamber,

inside a colder sound, their cold sound,

to soothe the most willful of beasts,

inside

inside

the melody she plays soars

up, up, higher, higher, into the dry, desert skies

the melody she plays roars

inside

inside

his heart beats to the rhythm,

the metronome of ink spills and blood drips,

synchronized is their sound,

inside

inside

he takes her

to forgive, to be forgiven

inside

false hope

only hope

his and hers

to end in

empty words