The machine which lays, on the floor,Where people have passed, and have simply ignoredThe lump of metal, that sounds so blandWill play a melody, that sounds so grand
Singing, playing, turning a leaf,A new start, to a new beliefWith which this new song had been madeAlongside your friends brand new gravePulling, pricking, prying openPeeling skin, while playing the notesBleeding, ripping, praying to godAsking for the noise to stop Ceaseless as they were.
YOU ARE READING
A Silent Lullaby
Science FictionThere are 5 sections, each with a different perspective, the main idea is that there is a scientist who is really crazy and made this machine. It was a music box and the only way it works is if there is a person inside it.
