Beethoven's Ears Speak Although Deaf. Poem by Immortal blank state

When Beethoven played his piano nothing went wrong.
Amazing the audience, it was such a beautiful song.
Being deaf was an advantage, his ears could speak.
Not having to deal with mean words that reek.
Earth is filled with vile creatures that cannot be named.
For they are heartless, selfish, but I, would rather be blamed.
The dolphins swim peacefully in the bright night.
Love shall always protect me from a fight.
There is not one thing in existence that's accurate, or right.
Blasting music in my brain, peaceful, like a flying kite.
Certain people who chose to let go of that kite, suffer pain.
They leave friends behind, defenseless, left for the insane.
As rainbows turn black and white and sounds start to banish.
Eyes closed, taunted and wishing my flaws would simply vanish.
No, a straight jacket won't ever do good.
You'll try stopping Beethoven from hearing, when he did all he could.
Not one may be trusted, for deep down it felt like death.
Being deaf won't be bad, I will no longer hear the sound of your breath.
Don't expect me to be alone and gloomy, the thoughts of betrayal are simply decaying.
I will be content, alongside Beethoven's ghost, the piano starts playing..

[[written on May 29th,2009]]