The Black Cube

We don't see the world as it is, we see the world as we are
That's the ox to be tamed, I'm subject to desires
Physical reality is pain, physical form may be a mistake
Trapped within animal bodies, yearning for a chance to partake

In the confines of this vessel, I'm ensnared
Trapped within the black cube, my mind impaired
Perception warped by the chains of my own design
A prisoner of flesh, a slave to time

I claw at the walls of my own consciousness
Seeking liberation from this endlessness
But the black cube tightens its grip, relentless and cold
Leaving me trapped, a story left untold



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Henrique Dos Reis
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