Cold and Empty are the only words to describe this prison. A place for one being, white and empty, a shell of her former self. Joy and bliss are but a distant memory. Pleading for help she runs to me, shaking me about screaming for relief. What can be done? I can't help. I only gaze...
Gaze into her eternal prison. I now leave to a place she cannot follow. The place she resided before. I leave her to her prison. The prison she resides in now, and the prison she'll reside forever.