Unapologetically Artistic

Remember when we used to sit on the carpet in elementary school
and read that old battered book of fairy tales? Remember those days? One
time we read a story, a story about a Piper. The Piper played music so
beautiful that all the rats in the village followed him. He led them to the
river, and they drowned. We laughed then, you and I. The Piper returned
to ask for payment. But the foolish townspeople scorned him and turned
him away. And so he resolved that his payment would be the price of souls.
He played his music, until all the children of the village followed him out
into the countryside. He lead them to the river. He slowly let them drown,
the sweet music still lingering in their ears.
I think I hear music. Or is it just the weeping?
I can't tell them apart.
Yet I can now.
I know this melody. It fills my head with echoes. It is the Piper's music.
You cannot resist it now. I AM the music. I AM the song. There is no
turning back. The flood begins. My best friend, forgive me. I have betrayed
you.
Your eyes are crying a river of tears.
I'm not even trying to be poetic.
There are puddles of water at my feet.
Those stupid gray eyes cry.
And cry.
And cry.
The water fills the room as the music fills my brain.
The Piper is coming.
I'm going to drown.
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