MUSIC BOX

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,

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