Strength of a Blues Singer
Dressed in black with a cold black mike,
In a room made out of black,
She opens her mind to the misty murk,
And begins to sing abstract,
Songs of dark, blackened thoughts,
From ghosts deep in her mind,
She sings songs written by each demon,
Each demon deep inside,
And her tone is brittle, frail and broke,
Her tone helps her disappear,
Her tone is sung with suspicious strength,
A song sung full out of fear,
And her shadows roam around the room,
Each shadow is pulled apart,
By songs she sings with pure love,
Songs sung from her broken heart.
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