this room, this space
still searching for the light
your room left empty without an embrace
or even a chance to fight

little boy white,
knees curled up so tight
secluded in the confinements of the floor
grasping, begging, wishing
for something more.

the floorboards crack the space fades
you sink into the ground
extend your arms cling on to what's to be desired
and shout from the inner plane

held by only strings, slowly cut piece by piece
as the demons inside slowly accept your defeat
but you won't let them you see because standing there
at the tightest strings
the broken doll pulls you in
from loneliness from feeling caved in
and holds your very essence like
fireflies and innocence.