Spinning, sweating in her room
Not knowing this could be her tomb
In this world that makes no sense.
Unaware of where she is
Running down dark passages
Deceived by their appearance.
Voices only in her head
Whisper while her feet are led
A dance of no coherence.
Her footsteps falter, tumbling
To reasons that their mumbling
She offers no resistance.
The music leaves her trembling
Her mind awakes remembering
Someone stole her innocence.
Soon it will be time to sleep
In the dark her secrets keep
Persistence of existence.