Digging my way out of the box,
Feeling so small and frightened,
Like an unwavering, dying fox,
All senses arose and heightened.
Crawling in the deepest hole,
The silence and putrid whispers,
Making you feel again, whole,
For the moment satisfying your desires.
Take my last sip of breath,
I could, but only last,
Even I can’t escape death,
For it will come so fast.