Here's my poem, that by reading this, you acknowledge you will not copy this!
The Music Box
Is it broken?
It does not play,
Yet the haunting tune seems to say:
"There is no time, doesn't it seem
That all life is is a bitter dream?"
Then my eyes open, only to see the light
That humanity has turned to blight.
THERE IS NO MUSIC BOX.
But there is...sometimes it's here, sometimes it's not.
I crank the wheel, I sit and lay,
I hear what it does not play,
I crank the wheel, it doesn't care;
I'm trapped in its nightmare.
Then comes tomorrow and you're a little shorter of your breath and one day closer to your death...