When she was but a child,
she built a man-made shell;
And there she would retreat,
on her many trips to Hell.
~
No animosity or strife,
did ever reside there;
She was at peace within it,
no expectations or cares.
~
She felt peaceful and secure,
as she rid herself of the Beast;
Who tortured her, every night,
before she went to sleep.
~
There was no chance for escaping,
for it came without a sound;
And in the quiet of the night,
her teardrops hit the ground.
~
At least she had her tomb,
a place where no one came;
If not for her safe place to hide,
she might have gone insane!
