Literature
Silent Storm
He stood there, in his darkened room. He thought everyone had gone to sleep, and so he started to play. Music, he knew, was is only escape and sole expression.
"Head to toe,
Flesh and bone,
Should feel whole,
But the void
My silent storm."
His door creaked open, revealing a confused Denmark, who had followed the sound of the melancholy tones.
"I'm here to use my heart and my hands,
Somehow the bruises changed my plans."
Denmark idly wondered if he always felt like this, if he was always hurting, silently melancholy.
"And there's a silent storm inside me,
looking for a home.
I hope that someone's gonna find me,
and say that I be