Tunes Poem by Satan's Sibling

Tunes
I wake,
To the dings,
Of the music box,
beside my bed.

My eyes open,
With a blue tinge,
In my sight,
Like seeing in pale water.

My eyes sting,
With the gentle yet harsh,
White light of the sun,
Burning in my room.

My lips are dry,
My head pounds,
My music box,
Rings away.

How I wish,
It would stop,
It haunts me,
Like a cheerful lie.

The ringing gets louder,
I grow irate,
Of this music,
And I finally snap.

I grab hold,
Of the music box,
And throw it,
Against the wall.

And it stops.