Locked up in the garden
Beyond the twists and mists
You can try to save her
But she will not go
Weeping groans
Biting shrieks
Aching glares
You could try to save her
But she won't know the difference
She hates this place
Closed eyes
Open hands
Grasping, reaching, pleading
You may try to save her
But she doesn't want to go
Careless truths
Careful lies
Which one is better
When you are locked
In the garden
Of your own mind?