Kana

Please.

Such condescending words riddled into a grave you put your self into

You can’t remember the key

Now you stay locked inside

Sleeping until sunrise

   But

No light has shown,

20 years and counting

Your box closed shut

   will never seem to open.

So,

You will never know.

You will never feel.

You will never see.

The -power- you refuse to steal back.

 

I find it difficult to say,

 

    Please

     Find

      The

        Key.