Musical Suicide

Borderline.

On the edge.

Almost falling away.

Don't move.

Don't scream.

Don't cry.

Wordless descriptors

outline everything that falls

out of me. 

No judgment.

No right or wrong. 

Perfect imperfection.

Solo truth.

Only by grace

of passive courage

does it flow peacefully.

If only i could melt 

into the fire of this passion

and indulge in my 

cowardly truth.

Become one with a melody

and toss everything to the background.

A musical suicide

disintegrated 

in the flames of fiction. 

Seizing an artistic identity

while sacrificing all else.