Let's hope he's not claustrophobic. |
I awake in a panic, confused and shaken, I open my eyes, but no difference is apparent. Laying in a little box My heart races my mind, and catches my thoughts, Where am I? How did I get here? Can I survive here? Laying in a little box My fists stretch for the roof, and pound on the ceiling, "Let me out!" I scream, but my prayers are unanswered. Laying in a little box Panic takes over the whole of my mind and I scratch at the door and yell all the time Laying in a little box My muscles grow weary and my voice starts to crack, so I lay my head back and start to weep aloud. Laying in a little box I give one final shove, using all of my might but the door just won't budge. I'm trapped here inside. Laying in a little box But then a thought strikes me with the force of a ton, why do I want to leave the comfort I have. Laying in my little box No worries, no trouble, no nagging, no orders, no bills to pay or responsibilities. Laying in a little box The air getting thin, my head finally clear, I realize what I must do, what will be my last deed. Laying in a little box I straighten my legs to a point like an arrow and then grab my shoulders. I close my eyes and let myself be taken. Laying in a little box. |