Far From Fame

Haunted sounds play,
but tear away at the paint
Strings crack at the spine
Unwind
Unwind

Keys echo the beauty-less faith,
as the shadows dance and scars his face

Through the gashes, above him, higher,
dreams await,
as the gold drips down and stains his cheek

and the virus gets a hold of him
surrounds him, caresses him
Then dips him under

The bell rings, once then twice
He’ll open his eyes; the walls cave in
Then this sadness begins again