Pretty Box

Thats's what I am.
A Pretty Box.
A closed, empty,
Pschopathic,
Pretty Box.

With no lid.

No entry point.

An unfeeling,
Hollow, inanimate,
Pretty Box.

A Pretty Box,
Through,
Nonsensical noise,
Cages away,
A piece of true silence.

A pretty Box.
Hiding from its,
Own demons.

So long,
It's ceased,
Being.

A meaningless,
Pretty Box.

Lost to the,
World and,
Its millions.

A useless, strong,
Pretty Box.


What happened?


To change a real,
Breathing, laughing,
Being.

Into the observing silence,
Of a Pretty Box.