"Sleep, sleep, child, you're safe.."
Where's the air? Why is it gone, Why can't she find it? Suffocation is a
brutal way to die, but it's time to die. She must die. She wants to die.
Let her die, let her sides stop heaving, let the ghost beside her stop
urging her on. Let the sister of her heart and the blood sister beside
her place themselves beside her body in vigil for the family they've
lost.
"No need to hide, you're safe with me..."
Why does it hurt? Why does it hurt so badly? What did she do
wrong? Stop it, just stop it. Stop the breath, stop the heart, stop
the pain and the suffering. Gone once, gone twice, gone three times,
and they're still dying. Still suffering with nothing she can possibly do
about it. Let the blanket of death curl around her, let her suffocate in
loss as the new ones beside her, their tiny heartbeats unable to match
with hers.
"The melody of the music box soothe you to sleep..."
Die! Die, child, die. Let it envelope you, they're all dead and gone. Let
the poison infect your blood and seep into your weary heart. Don't
suffer any longer, let the poison take your life, let yourself feel peace
for once. Let the melody of the music calm your racing heart, let the
melody of the music box turn to blood, turn to poison, turn you into the
ghost begging you to live.
"The melody for children, the melody of life..."
"Your time is up, it's time to die..."
Time to fall, time to die,your time to suffer is up, child. Let yourself die. The darkness
tastes like sugar to a starving child with nothing but the melody of a music
box to devour. The music box's music is bitter sweet, the sound is starting to
finish, the wind-up is ending. Just look at the only ones left who remain dear to
you, as the rest of them are dead. Smile deliriously, please. Smile so your
loves who remain know you're okay, know it's okay to die. Let them grieve
your falling, you'll see the only ones who matter. They mean nothing. She was
your sister. She was your heart's sister. Your heart's sister betrayed you.
She can't mean anything. Not anymore.
"Hush, now... and sleep in the dark..."
Eyes won't close, breath won't come, is she drowning in air? Stop it.
Breathe. Don't die. Please, please don't die.
"With the music box's melody lulling you to endless sleep."
A music box's melody
