Slow, A Tiny Snail, She Crawls,
Searching For Freedom In Her Murky Universe,
Longing For Her Wound To, Fastly, Heal.

Lonely In The Freezing, Wintry Nights,
Raped By The Callous Unknown;
Searching For A Lavender Feather To Hold;
Crimson Tears, Endless, Dripping From Her Soul.