The Box

In the box
Lying on the floor
Resides his memories,
And past regrets that he canâ??t ignore

In the box
The shrewd devil lies asleep
Waiting to be unleashed to the world
Waiting for him each and every week

In the box
That he visits each night
Contains his doubts, his fears,
Such terrible little frights

In that box
He carries around lies his growing dismay
Hoping that one day,
Maybe he'll be found

In that box
I have visited but only once
Reside the most terrible dreams
Of death in confidence

Within the box which I now bear
Contains my faded aspirations,
A life seeming so unfair

From this box
I have wished upon death
Perhaps God will be forgiving,
And put my soul to rest