This Box…

This box would be the tragedy of me
It restrains me you see
And takes me down the abyss of misery

Though it has no locks, it chains me down
Pierces me, and you'll never hear a sound
For the feeling of hope no longer comes around

This tight space is a constriction
That forces a person to give up their dear passion
And develop their own deadly addiction

And through the darkness, this one precious spark of light
That remains to hold on tight
To the chance that everything will soon be alright

Yet this state of mind
Leaves me blind
If I don't make choice soon, in the darkness, I will be left behind

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