The Box

Here in this box I sit Lamenting, gazing through the slits Beings pass by in shadow form Never is it not the norm Here in this box I stand Holding walls with blood stained hands Will it all come crashing down? Wearing nothing but a frown Here in this box I lay Is it now the end of day? My time has come and so will yours This heart and soul have finally turned Here in this box I now return From whence I came, to the dirt Now this box I pass to you For your heart and soul are like mine too