songs in my head, toys in my hand

I said I would quite and, I know I promised but darlin' this world is tearing the cries from my soul and making them scream from a voice that is dead.

I confuse the tears with rain and the cries with laughter.

the fountain of youth was never a horizon to be reached but an illusion to be seen.

The fire red blood slips from my veins as the silver toys come out to play.

Now they are put away.

But that night...

That night my mind went blank and the only tortured thought soaking into my brain was ending the riveting, searing, pain.

It's in my chest, please get this dreadful music out of my head!

To make room for the final peaceful ballad.

Sadly.. my song still remains, and the silver comes out to play.

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