Trapped between concrete walls
With nothing but my own company
And even that’s wearing thin
My pale, pasty, porcelain skin
Growing sicker
Beneath the sun I once ran under,

Sectioned by someone I once called mother,
My life behind a steel barred window-
Morning and evening replaying the same song,

From the floor below a cackle is heard-
“Rapunzel let down your hair”
Only a spider climbs up
Weaving a web of gold hair to grey
Sucking my blue eyes hollow,

Only dreaming of freedom,
Only one way to achieve it,
A life behind bars is no life at all
I will know heaven when I see it

With the rope of fading gold
Wrapped around my neck
My feet way above the grass
Killed by my own beauty.