Saturday, June 16, 2012

Day 167/366

The music was dead in her new found world,
With despair her soul would search -
Unheard chords & scales played
Within the four walls.

Into stages of madness she descended
Finding a new source of joy
Disappointment slapped her in the face
No space was hers to hide.

With no escape route to guide her home, 
Her thirst for it ran dry.
And one fine day, she lost her mind
And succumbed to the monotony of life.

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