Slowly drooping into everything forlorn
being forgotten by beauty; in the confined box
"Do your homework, do your chores" the parents scream
I have gone too long in this unchecked time
softly becoming part of the empty world
A clean world, a sterile filth of unknown habit
For it is I who would become with habit
struck in the heart by those ever forlorn
leaving me here in a shallow world
senseless, knowing what is only my box
I've went through the process for the last time
"Damn my life" says I to my scream
It is only a squelch of a burning scream
dissipating the shell held tight by habit,
formed by childhood spent in oozing time
Yet desperate for comfort in all that is forlorn
I am unable to peer past the wall of the box
Left oblivious to the light of the vast world
Broken as if not knowing if there is truly a world
At last to run, break free, harness my scream
Scramble with a leaping jump to the outer rim of the box
A new world to see, a new routine exempt of habit
Who am I to stay empty, the world through my eye, not forlorn
A freshly freeing breeze to sweep my heart for the first time
Marveling at how, at last, there is no way to track the time
Life has grown distant, as if faint, I have no more world
No place to capture my essence replaced by it's own, forlorn
The docks are empty now, nobody left to scream
A creature to suffocate, no chance to breathe, a creature of habit
Or perhaps I was suffocated by the simple little box
I could not breath in the bag as I could not breathe in the box
Now I lie dead, but free, keep away from me. This is my time
Time to shed my shell, snap, you stay there fuel your habit
Watch TV, smoke, drink to the drunken star, it is now your world
Or should I call it, your confined hell, your little box.
I leave it to you, keep it in your heart, bury it with blankets forlorn
Lick the habit, smell the world
Watch the time, feel the smooth box
Die your scream escaping being forlorn
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