Box me in,
I welcome the black.
Close the lid,
I feel cozy in the shack.
Silence surrounds us,
Filling every nook.
Who needs company?
The darkness is my book.
Feel the emptiness,
Completion is my role.
My humanity all together,
Is the little box's goal.
Stolen it away,
The little box had.
Insanely I rip the box apart,
It has surely driven me mad.
Impending doom await me,
For surely I'm insane,
Oh why, oh why,
Did I ever try,
To play the box's game?
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