This box and me, we got a thing going on
Funny, I don't remember asking for one
Yet the heavens above granted me one anyway
I don't even remember stepping into it
It just happened
Sneaked up on me you could say
like death in that I would never know when it was coming
Or would I have the unfortunate pleasure?
Would it take me by surprise?
Or maybe, considerate of it,
Stand outside my door, knocking.
And then, pause only to knock three times more.
And maybe I'm not swift to answer, with my procrastination of sorts,
It may even feel so inclined to ring the doorbell.
Either way, it's coming.
Much like my empty box , a package I never wanted to receive.
My box in which I reside against my will, shakes, with floors that quake,
And if there'd been windows, the glass would've surely consistently shattered
Creating a silence all its own of violence
Yet never granting me a breeze.
This box and me thing leaving me breathless, shallow soul having
And to wake each moments for I know no time here
I stretch my limbs as if the were wings to check and see if like I'd thought in my state of paranoia
The walls had closed in on me.
If only I'd be so lucky
But I'm not, I'm in a box
Waiting for superman to come and..................save me
Only to realize that he........... is me
And I.............am without cape