A/N: The violin needs some love too, even if this is super-angsty...the rhyme is 'In Marble Walls'.


In Haunted Walls

In haunted walls plastered with white,

Lined with paper printed dark as night,

Within a flat of abandoned clutter,

Lies a violin that does not mutter.

No fingers are left to pluck at the strings,

So the instrument no longer sings.