Change is constant
In this realm of black and white
Where a lonely soul's eye
Met no gaze from anyone.

She pleads, cries and screams
Reach out in each ghost-like things
Nothingness she found but no aid
Only the pain and horror in her rotten skin.

She dances with the routine
Within the place she bounds for
A cage of the lonely soul lies in
Together with her doubts and broken dreams

Believing of no end—an eternity perhaps
This path she took granted for
An escape for the hatred; approval for labels
A life but a dream, a no-life she means.