Night

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.