Piano's tainted
Delicately and slowly, the soft tempos beat,Pale white hands, caress the white and black keys.
C minor and B minor are finally at ones meet,
Sadly for F sharp, B minor was a tease.
Small little hands, create sweet harmonies,
As the little girl sits, and listens to every note.
As her delicate fingers make beautiful melodies,
She hides all her pieces of art, for she is ashamed of what she wrote.
But why oh why child, are you so ashamed?
The little girl looks up and tilts her head away.
She smiles and says," Ive got a secret to maintain",
She then fades away, as if she never lived a day.
That small little girls, life is written through notes,
She may appear, dead fully only in the night.
You could find her, playing soft sad boats,
She will then look at you, and hold that G major tight.
While speaking through her music, you could hear her life,
The pain and suffering she endured for 6 years.
You find out, her father had another wife,
And that after she died, her father soon complied to only beers.
At the age of 3, her mother tragically died,
Her father then met other women, and soon after remarried.
Her step mother beat her and waited till she cried,
Months later, She watches her step mother be buried.
Thinking now it's just her and her dad,
Her dad has other plans, as he wants to let go of tears.
Shortly after, the little girl always remembers, too not get daddy mad,
For her father, has only relied on the salvage of beers.
Now at the age of 4,
The little girl remains most of her days in her damp cold room.
Sighing sadly, she hears a knock at the door,
Sitting up slowly, she hasn't got a clue that she is opening the door to her doom.
Suddenly a hand grasps her by the neck,
Another grabs her skinny, fragile leg.
Her father beats her until she is a bloody wreck,
He then turns around as if he can't hear his daughter beg.
The little girl lays there, thinking were her life went wrong,
She hears cracking and ripping from her broken bones.
She then remembers a movie, made in Hong Kong,
It had been about families and dogs, and ice cream cones.
Happy thoughts filled her mind, and she cracks a small smile,
Her father notices and pins her against the wall.
He screams at her ,calling her names, then angrily throwing her against a tile,
Abruptly again, he picks her up and pretends as if she was a doll.
After that night, that little girl changed,
She had been so hurt that she had to find medicine in the attic.
While creeping up there, she finds musical books all arranged,
She starts to read and becomes a piano fanatic.
She found the old piano that day,
And begun playing it, never wanting to end.
She played from 1863 October, to 1864 May,
The little girl soon then realized, the old piano was her only friend.
At the age of 5, she already composed 17 melodies,
But in return for her brilliant talents, voices appeared in her head.
They told her to play soft and sweet songs with strong tendencies,
The little girl grew to fond of the piano, and forgot about the word "bed".
Her insomnia caused her to grow weak,
Her anorexia made her grow pale and thin.
Her bi polar-ism made her a shy freak,
And she knew her schizophrenia already did win.
The young girl grew insane,
She lost her sanity and thought her music was all that mattered.
When she played the soft notes, she was in her own worlds domain,
She became more isolated not knowing her innocence and sanity had been shattered.
Though none of the that mattered because when she played your heart would stop,
The sweet notes would dance off your ears and guide it's way to your mind.
The notes would lace around your mind, filling it with pureness until it would pop,
The hymns would intoxicate it with it's bind.
Sadly for her, as the piano slowly played she grew dafter and dafter,
She had gone into deep denial and would kill anyone in her way.
It was until she couldn't go any madder,
That it was finally the day her world stopped gray.
Her father came home, drunk from the pub,
The little girl was in the attic playing.
Her father went up the attic thinking of drowning her in the tub,
The little girl was not thinking, simply only swaying.
Finally her father caught her and wrapped his fingers around her body,
She screamed and cried but he only hit and beat her more.
He placed her inside the tub full of water, consuming her into a embody,
As she screamed for help, his eyes burned into hers with a bore.
Minutes later, the screams had faded,
And all that was left, was the deadly waters drip.
The little girls ghost had already invaded,
She then made her father take a remembering-trip.
Centuries later, a family moved in,
They look around to see and find the old piano laying around.
The wife doesn't like the color and thinks they should color the pianos dinn,
A few days later, the neighbors tell them a little girl in there house drowned.
The little girl had then played the piano a soft light,
The family had already had the piano repainted.
But they could hear and feel the sad,little songs of the little girl in the dead of night,
The little girl had been smiling because...
It was still her pianos tainted...
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