Lost, By Herself Edit
The alley's darkness swallows me on the inside as the walls close in.
These crushing gallows seek my inner soul when I don't know where I am.
The knives cut from edge searing through my unknown hope if tomorrow comes.
It hurts today, it hurts tomorrow, as the light walks by later.
Soon knowing water trickles on the dried face of green belief and drowns it.
Wondering where is, searching through skies and cities, for flattened brownness.
The weak girl lying, tries to shiver her way out, cannot find her way.