bruised
to be in brightness, I wasn't bound
in the darkness, I drowned
wandering around the asylum that I've found
full of black and blue, of echoing affliction sound
I walk barefoot; the ground is deadly cold
suffocated by the air and my breath, I continuously hold
I roam my eyes blankly; there's nothing to behold
but the marks of dry blood and tears, the story behind them is untold
I picked up the mirror I've found, and there I see
a girl whose tears barely stop, arms covered with blood, attacked by agony
the asylum turns out to be mine—my prison with no key
I am here from sunrise 'til dawn; just when will I be free?