Crystal of Forgotten Years

In the attic where the glass toys sleep,
cracks in the silence run cold and deep.
The music box hums with a broken key,
singing a hymn of what used to be.

Crystal of forgotten years,
shattered with a thousand fears.
Hold it close, it cuts my hands,
yet I still obey its commands.

Shadows whisper names I knew,
ghosts of a childhood I can’t undo.
The walls still bleed with painted skies,
but every color slowly dies.

Crystal of forgotten years,
shattered with a thousand fears.
Hold it close, it cuts my hands,
yet I still obey its commands.

Lullabies drown in the rust of time,
innocence lost is a sacred crime.
I see my face in the fractured glass,
a stranger staring back at last.

Crystal of forgotten years,
nothing left but hollow tears.
Hold it close until it breaks,
and I vanish for memory’s sake.

by Onnaya