Decency drenched and decaying,
Chaos climbing the walls all around,
Bleakness comes over her gently,
Weighing her down and stifling sound.
A darkness is eerily moving,
Or perhaps staying unnaturally still.
Forever a question is brewing,
The answer: her fear or her will.
Numbness as painful as daggers
Has hold of her abstinent heart.
Curled up in the deafening darkness,
Just waiting to fall all apart.