Living in the box

There will be a day when he will finally succumb, the day will come when the life he lived will finally be done the time will come when he will finally be comfortably numb every ounce of pain in his body that has ever runned every tear that has dropped will be as if there was never none, accepting your fate will show the path of becoming one, a life full of mistakes and living in an Asylum in your own abyss will only keep you stunned we were created to live inside a box to keep us from information that will no longer keep us dumb but were like a loaded gun waiting for the powder to ignite and the box we live in is something we should never belive in they say every breath is a daily gift that is given but how do I live when I'm left hanging from my noose to suffer living the life of an immortal the future is not a long distance from the eyes that see and open the portal, And even though I'm in golfed by the darkness, The part of me i remember is gone and only the memories remains... The person I used to be disappeared a long long time ago and life has never been the same....the peace that remains will be in golfed by darkness until nothing is felt but misery and pain.... Parting ways never hurt so bad but maybe it was for the better, and hopefully we'll meet once again...