Up and down, straight and round Feel the rhythm of the sad sound It is beautiful though it's monotone In insanity, it will make you drown Be cautious with your reality It might just be your fabrication All you sense could just be hallucination The ghost lives in your closet Upon it your judgement is set Look in the mirror, you'll see its smile Before your head gets so wild Powder yourself in white Get ready for your odious night Wear your black dress For now it's time to confess Before the mirror of secrets In which you see your debts Crawl on the floor clandestinely And reach out to the table of pain Open the music box Let the darkness of your soul rise and fill the room Prepare the day of doom Sit back and relax Listen to the music of distress The terror that its rhythms profess BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT, (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)
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