Mind In A Box

Holding the shambles
that have been with me for ages
unable to retain, no longer

wolves are waiting with anticipation
for the what is in a box of a liar

understand the lies
whisper during my sleepless nights
unable to breathe, no longer

spirits are haunting with excitement
for the what is in a box of a liar

rummaging for the broken mirrors
dying from the tension
unable to live, no longer

monsters are hiding with exhilaration
for the mind in a box of a liar