Escape

Covered in black duck, I try to find my trust.
I'm in a little box, trying to find my way.
Surrounded by the darkness.
I'm starting to decay.

And you, staring at me.
Doesn't help.
I stare at my bloody fingernails.
They're covered in red, from trying to escape.
Escaping this box, this hoax, this haze.
Trying to find the sky.
Finding the sun's rays.