The Broken Music Box

i'd remembered you why it was that august week dazed i suppose you were the meek i'd settled beyond the graveness that shattered my senses unable to feel taste or even smell my eyes glowed a gentle childlike expression my thoughts were being composed organized deep inside a mental maze sadness reaching amid sulking gravity craved an yet distant hazy emotions seemed to loom throughout my sultry madness why it consumed me completed my inner most being i knew what i'd become memories nothing but memories preceded me within the sheer death of my mind the dying brain shattered bruised broken as i awaited sparks to trigger signals to arouse my cunning speech impaired utterly so an yet i'd remember you the taken the meek that august week autumn stood still as red orange brown yellow leaves gathered beneath my colorful painted toes drifting into pascal thought becoming sheer wrath bestowed somewhere between my blind eyes ringing chimes madness went unnoticed staring off into empty spaces where thought should be replaced with blankness madness had rolled in with the evening tides the light house in view gently i embraced the coming of the calm the vacant room in the attic of my mind i rushed inside myself searching for pleasant memoirs my mind became a dusty music box the lost tune set sail on a distance thrusting desire leaving me panting my heart racing my simple mind showed no remorse after i'd stored love installed passion collected happiness an yet my mind greedily took it all into a covenant of haste a hidden place called insanity it was that august week my thoughts drifted into a game of hide and seek