Did i prevail to land well
My femininity beneath my shell
Into glassy true words
Who accept and not repel?
Do these letters ever meet
The concept beyond this sheet?
Or the magic hand of rhythm 
Tangles them on its spell?
Will they be the worthy heirs
To lend them my deepest fears?
Or they refuse and betray
The story they must tell?
Ring the bell ring the bell
Doom has broken to my cell
Of all unspoken tales
Listen to "my little hell" .