As shadows fail to shield
The broken little pieces
In descent
Alter shape when passing
Through in loops and bends
Down hallways with no end
Yet still ticks the clock
And so shatters the glass
All over her satin dress
What will have to come undone
During the waking hours
We can’t hold onto this
We've made a mess
When the bow breaks
The only thing left is
The falling and the feeling
Of the pins and the needles
That only hurts when you’re awake.