Empty Box

Wood panel echoes through the dust

Old carpet radiates stale heat waves

Time is old here

 

Find nothing but piles of thought in the corners

Thought spent on sanity for the good of nobody

Why is this here in the room with me?

 

Sealing up the corners of my cocoon

Ordering now, for it is last call

Take it in deep

The scent of nothing with something on top

 

Escape now, save yourself

You lived in my head, or so it felt

Now, escape

Save yourself

Reviews

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. these words are unforgettable ... this "empty box" is very poetic ... "Sealing up the corners of my cocoon" is my favourite line ...