Unaware of what she feared
she marched ahead running away
Never before she knew her fear
was enough to give her chills, though

Middle of the night
Wakes up fearful
of nothing but herself
Shadow follows her through the steps

The way out is too far from the sight
Time before the dawn
Too scared to look back
She stamps her feet
As if to break the stairs
And escape into another hell
May or may not be worse
She chooses between the unknowns.

Its is herself whom she fights
among her rights and wrongs
she runs from the one to another
Seeking salvation or
freedom songs

A piece of momentary freedom
That’s all she desires
No time to even **** herself
Her dark side conspires.

The steps don’t seem to end
Round wells of darkness
she wanted to escape
growling, in her mind
full of rage
loathing her golden cage.