Too long she walked a broken path that spiralled ever down.
A road that felt accustomed to this girl who wore her frown

So plainly on her face unchanged with every step she took,
Who prides herself to wear her grief; a shameful open book.

As if her mask was any less a fake for being known –
She showed herself to hide herself while cutting to the bone

Each time she felt the slightest shake that trembled up her spine
Endearing pain, the scars remain, expose her troubled mind:

A heaven and a hell at once as paradise gets lost,
But here entwined her mind’s unkind as viciously it’s tossed

From joy to strain and back again as mania sets in,
A frowny smile when kissed with tears can gift a sickly grin.

But as she walked along this path she trusted that her guide,
Who up ahead had bravely led with clear and steady stride,

Would take her back and knew she couldn’t last another day,
That somehow going forward t’wards her tomb’s the only way.

Without the strength to turn and climb her way back out this pit,
She drew another shaking breath and let herself submit

To heavy hands she couldn’t see but felt them nonetheless 
Take hold and grasp her gentle soul and felt the crushing press

That dragged her further deeper down and laid her terror bare. 
With every drop amongst the dead inhaling rotten air,

Another piece was torn away and stolen from her mind,
A fragment of her soul left on the altar of the blind.

As who would choose to ever come to places such as this,
Where monsters dwell and devils laugh a horrid wicked hiss.

Though some would try to reach her still and wonder where she went, 
She knew they’d never come this far or brave this cursed descent.

She dare not glance to either side where darkness had control,
Where whispered hopes were torn apart and dreams were black and cold.

So ‘stead she tried to shout aloud in vain that some might hear,
Her guide perhaps would surely turn if they could know her fear;

“I don’t know why I’m here at all or where this road will lead,
“I’ve walked it far too long alone and watched all light recede.

“I can’t remember how to go back home or if it’s real, 
“Nor if my life before was even worth this whole ordeal.

“But which is dream? And which is true? A nightmare’s s’posed to end,
“Yet here I walk the brink of hell without a single friend.

“I beg you please just take my hand, my heart’s not made of stone,
“I’m wavering with every step, please don’t leave me alone.”

“Don’t leave me here alone.”

“Don’t leave me here alone.”

She heard her words and thought at first her guide had turned their head,
That maybe they had felt this way as well each step they tread.

But as her words came bouncing back she recognised her tone,
A desperate cry for hopes gone by that knocked her laying prone;

The guide had spoke at last and now she knew what she had done,
By trusting in this figure that had led her from the Sun,

She hadn’t seen, mistakenly, the figure was herself,
The shadowed face that matched her own had masked with perfect stealth 

The way it took each awful step that led her more astray,
To make her think she had a chance to ever find the way

Back out this hell and to a world that offered more than pain,
Or even someone who could help her break her lonesome chains.

Now on this path she had no faith to ever see the light.
The shadows bore a haunting wraith devouring her might.

There was no time before this loss there was no life to save.
Nor had she sense of love across this journey to her grave.