Paranoid Box

```In a dirty antique small box
Carefully shut, gazing alone

Dark tablecloth emerging in a closed heart
A masterpiece from the black tablecloth
Seems like a portrait
What exactly do you understand, only seeing the outside

Despair towards reality

What meaning is there in singing here
Cutting through the head, confusion and solitude
Towards eternity, now towards the hand that rings

The shadow of melancholy wriggling inside the chest
Realizing there's not even a shining sun

Lighting a faint flame in this dim room
Swinging and swaying, then disappearing again

The contradiction breeding in an honest lie
You don't understand a single thing, not even the truth

Nihilism and desire

If you were able to break through this shell
Will you be able to smile again
Now, towards that nameless pain

Even the words believed in are tainted with lies
The answer searched for endlessly is " "

The shadow of melancholy wriggling inside the chest
Even now, the shining light```