No Taste

An imaginary violin follows me
It plays the same sad song
The strings cry at the slightest touch 
Much ado about something all the time
Time yes time 
Unable to digest my own destiny rhythms
Ingesting the loneliest of feelings
Lost in and out of faith
Temptation won’t even befriend me
Who am I?

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