An old doll stirs and does wake,
missing random body parts...

The dirt crumbles beneath my fingers,
as I scrape away the solid ground...

Trampling down the brush,
I run swiftly through the lush forest...

Brought by your doubt,
I come in my looming shadow...

I live here,
a place away from joy and fear...

There was this girl,
the one you never knew...

It’s almost 4 am,
the moon has disappeared...

Looking through my prison’s windows,
stuck up in my bedroom till the angels come...

Someone lays in the lonesome dark,
trying weakly to heal their scathed body...

I feel a ripple run through my chest,
slow evolution daunting my crest...