Piano

Piano

Corpses strewn upon the floor -
The floor of the ballroom,
Blood cakes where their heads used to be.
These people were my friends,
My family,
My life.

A party took place here,
A party gone wrong,
An uninvited guest.
An unwanted soul.

I take a seat upon the piano’s bench,
The grand piano of the ballroom.
Begin to play one of my favorite songs,
But something sounds quite wrong…

I play and play and finally realize,
I realize one note is missing.

One key will not make noise.
One key will not give sound.
One key refuses to play…

As I wonder in bewilderment,
I look upon my lap.
A piano string covered in blood,
Lay across my legs.

I look at my hands,
With crimson, soaked,
With crimson, adhesive,
With crimson, utterly engulfed.

But where have they gone?
My friends?
My family?
My life…