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
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