Box Of Night
Box Of Night
Closing the door
And drawing the shades
The music has gone from my life
Only the sound of locks snapping shut
And footsteps deeper into myself
I do not look outside
I do not want
I do not hope
I do not turn on the lights
I dare not sully it with my reflection
Here it is always night
Where I can be beautiful
In the dark
Forever
Schrodinger's box
With Pandora inside
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