She's stuck,
She's trapped,
She's not there.
The box,
The glass,
The cold.
She's scared,
She's lost,
She's not here.
The shadows,
The darkness,
The oblivion.
She's stuck, in this box
The glass cuts into her soul
The cold, it steals her breath
She's scared of her own reflection
She's lost in her own mind
Her mind is absent
The shadows lark around her
The darkness swallows her hole
Drawing her towards oblivion
Will she ever get out?
Can she?
Will she even try?
Does she even want to?
Where would she go?
Is this hell all she has?
Is this hell all that is left?
