Her fingers peck the keyboard,

her mind wanders astray.

Those oceanic eyes of hers

are fixed so far away.

She can feel every single thing,

Yes, it’s clear as day.

Scrutinizing eyes at her back,

which only further her dismay.

She knows that she’s not wanted here,

like a war, a clash, a fray.

But she only wants her solace,

and just to live another day.

Those cold bricks of ivory stone,

block her views way.

Another door is slammed shut,

her house of sticks gives way.

This cavity is turning black,

wallpaper peeling in decay.

She is so very frightened,

for these thoughts she can’t portray.

Her noose is tightened,

hands are shaking,

those pale fingers nip the keys.

But she, but she, with eyes of doubt,

can’t help but fall prey.

She can only watch in horror as her shambled world,

simply fades away.