Petrification

A melody of scorching blizzards,
petrified in ivory.

Serenity swimming in sweet laceration,
these abhorrent digits can draw only blood.
The hunger is all that satiates me.
This thirst I have chosen to drown in.

Warped and misshapen,
My perverted fingers writhe in sickly contortions of harmony.
How can music be born of such discord?

My contentment erased in avarice,
Joy overwritten by agony.
I flip the switch and it all returns,
The gaping wound that never healed,
Where colours bleed away to black and white...

How does loathing feign love?
How can pain profess itself peace?
Nothing can be begotten of anger,
And yet all of me that is pernicious craves poignance.
Strewn across bloodied snow,
My disharmony deifies its dissonance.

Sweet flagellation.
The suffering entirely my device,
I am forever its instrument.