Music Box a poem by sasunaru lover
A damaged soul,
A broken mask,
A song that never ends,
A music Box that does'nt play,
In this hell hole we call life.
Releasing my sadness, anger and hurt,
By using my beloved razor blade,
I forget everything as the soothing sight,
Of my blood running down my arm.
The scarlet liquid is captivating,
It takes all of my attention,
Away from this damn existence.
But when the flow stops,
The pain comes back,
The vision fades and all I see is...
A damaged soul,
A broken mask,
A song that never ends,
A music Box that does'nt play,
In this hell hole we call life,
In this hell hole we call life.
Dr. Fumbles McStupid Community Member 
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