Music Box (The noise)

The noise is amplifying throughout my brain;

It’s echoing and bouncing off bone skull.

4 walls encasing my mind; its closing in and I cant stop the noise.

Room is spinning and all I can hear is the screams of women and children and the

repetitive sound…

The repetitive sound…

It killed them and now its killing me.

We were supposed to patrol not fire.

Why did we fire?

Oh the noise.

The noise.

I’m tearing my hair out and I nearly slipped on a body part.

I keep seeing his eyes in the corner of the room staring out at me from the wall, as the

noise.

The noise just keeps getting louder.

Take a pill, have a nap, ignore it, ignore it - because soldiers cant have emotion.

Emotion is weakness, weakness fails to kill.

The noise is in every room, and I try to get out -

But the noise, the noise.

The noise is outside with the air force flying overhead,

The propellers whirring circular swoosh noise, the noise.

It’s a repetitive tune systematic with the audio déjà vu

causing my brain to swell static, noise.

Through the radio I can hear voices leading me up to the attic.

Roaming my house, following like a pipers tune

and its leading me up stairs, clinging banisters.

The noise, it pulls and tugs my shirt, to the sound of a music box.

I enter the attic and follow the noise, muffling and scraping

trapped inside a toy chest.

I pick it and open it but it’s stuffed full of human parts

I dig till I find it, wind it up and the tune just starts

Its playing a song, so beautiful that the room goes dark

The moon is full, I smell a funeral and the noise,

Oh the noise…