Cubic in appearence
Deadliness inside
A maze within a box
Your deepest desires
It whispers, death's robe swish of a whisper
only you can hear
''Play with me''
grip the box tight
Start to play
time, space and purpose
Slip away
Ice chills the veins
so intent on playing
I don't see the chains
wrapping and coiling
outside, and inside me
razored edges, slicing and cutting
bleeding me out
And from within
clamp down my scream, playing on
started the game, too far gone
Images fals, horrors I never knew
Many have played
Survivors are few
Determined I am, know the secret you see
Box's scariest monster
Isn't in me
it theirs, trying to hurt and scare
Carryin on, not for pleasure
no, another emotion for why
Dwells there
keep playing
am nearly there
I'm not after pleasures of the flesh
I'm after more
Something rare
Both will cut you
Both will bleed you
ut one gives a choice
how much blood just for it
your willing to spare
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