Music Box
Graying, clouded, glossy background, as I look into my mirror image.
Smiling untruthfully at the nightmare, since all my time will dissipate,
slowly going down into a puddle of myself as I reach for my solution.
Round shape box; with dolphins on top; their clear eyes more realistic compared to mine.
I wind it up, and music plays, watch them sparkle as they dance without movement;
glad to turn away their heads with every circular motion, but they are not important.
Statues go up as I open up this crystallized Pandora; gold trimmings deceiving like my
laughter.
Heart and mind can't take anymore reality, so fixated they curse in anger for not moving
quickly.
My hands taking out and pave a lie, swiftly goes down a unknowing mistake,
but when I close it I just wind it up, and the relaxing music begins to play.
And in that moment I am connected to my music box, for the song is slowing with m heart beat,
the dolphins dim like my eyes, and when the melody finally decides to stop...so shall I.
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