The Box

Alone in this gray walled room
I sit in my own little corner
Staring at my dark little box

This little sin has no locks
This figure the embodiment of a mourner
The sight of it brings images of doom

The evil in each of mankind
That hatred stored in your mind
In this meaningless box you'll find
Your sick fantasies of bloodlust and desire

(A tribute to 2 - The Ranting Gryphon's Lucid Sonic Delusion 2)