• She looks down upon herself.
    Beaten down.
    Defeated.
    Over and over again
    She takes the place of phantom nightmares,
    That once tormented her years ago.

    You're going there again, aren't you?

    Her pleading eyes begged for a freedom
    Which had always hung beyond her grasp;
    Crouched down in a rusted cage
    The only real home she had ever known
    She likes it there.
    Dark.
    Silent.
    Only a lingering pain to keep her company.

    Don't you need somebody there with you?

    Within her heart
    The world became her tomb:
    A cold, withered place where only she stands alone.
    She's ready to join the rest;
    Ready to feel her last aching breath;
    Let the winds speak her name
    So that her spirit may move on.

    You don't have to live like this.