stone cold walls;
the kind that keeps you from leaving
Weak and exhausted mind;
the kind that keeps you from breathing
How many days would she stay hidden away?
she didn't even care
She liked it in the shadows,
where prying eyes wouldn't stare

She remembered days;
faint and fleeting
Where she didn't feel the pain;
being broken and bleeding
And the sands of time have been gone too long
It's too late now
to correct the wrong

She greets the cell;
her own dismal place
longing for the feelings,
the ones she used to face.
The setting, a friend,
one she once declared a foe
the feelings most days she wished she didn't know.

She started her adventure;
to search and to find
but it's hard to accomplish anything
when you're stuck
in your own mind.