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
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
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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