Desolate
The light was gone
And in its place was all things wrong
She couldn't move,
the monster too strong
She couldn't see
Who could the monster be
She wished the pain would stop
But all she heard was pants drop
Her mind drifted to the world outside
Imaging leaves on trees so high
Watching
As they slowly wither and die
But they don't feel pain
Which kept them sane
As she realized life was never fair
As her clothes tear and tear
She is afraid
Then the light comes on
Oh how it took so long
But now she see's
The monster a he
But now she see's
the pain from her plea's
But now she see's
everything
And she is still afraid
As many say
Light and dark
Are never far apart
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