OPEN BOX LID
OPEN BOX LID
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UNDERLAYING
CHORDS
WITHIN THE CIRCLE
HALF DARK
HALF LIGHT
TURNING AROUND
LIKE WAVES
ON THE
SHORELINE
MOMENTS WE
CHERISH
CAPTURING THEM
LIKE
PHOTOGRAPHS
SENSES LIT
PULSE LIKE KEYS
TO SOUNDS
FLOWING FROM
THE PIANO
IN THE
CORNER
OF MY MIND
THE CALM BREEZE
OVER
THE TREE
LEAVES
BENDING
EVER
SO SLIGHTLY
STAINED
RED VELVET
BROKEN
CHAIN
MISSING PIECES
AND NO
LONGER
LOCKED
AWAY
LIKE THE
RUSH OF
WATER DOWN
THE DRAIN
FOR TODAY
WILL SOON
PASS
YESTERDAY
IS SO LONG AGO
AND
TOMORROW
WEIGHTS
LIKE
A GOTHIC
INSCRIBED
HEART
ETERNALLY
BLEEDING
IN
VICTORIAN
DREAMS
AS LINES
ARE DRAWN
LIKE GRAINS
OF SAND
POURING
OUT A
BROKEN
HOURGLASS
HUMANITY’S
OPINIONS
CUT LIKE
GLASS
ON THE OTHER
SIDE
OF THE MIRROR
WHAT IS SEEN
WHAT IS FELT
WHAT LAYS
FORWARD
IN FRONT OF
ME
AS THE CIRCLE
UNFOLDS
BODES ILL
TO ALL
BUT CHAOS
ITSELF
FOR THE BOX
LID SLIDES
OPEN
AND IT
APPEARS
NOTHING
IS LEFT
INSIDE IT
RAGING
EMOTIONS
CAUSE A
DEEP ACHE
NOT SOON
FILLED
AS NERVES
FIRE
ON THEIR
OWN
NOW
EVEN
HOPE
IS SET FREE
SWALLOW
DOWN THE
PILL THAT
CONTINUES
TO HOLD
LIFE
GROUNDED
WHISPERS
OF
A
HEADACHE
TO A
VISION LOST
IN MEMORY
OF ANOTHER
LIFETIME
FOR THAT
FRUIT
CARRIED
A SWEET
MADNESS
DRUNKEN
ON ITS
JUICES
LONG DEAD
AND GONE
NOW
CUTS IN
AND OUT
TO THE
LAST NOTE
IS
PLAYED...