Violation at every level keeps the soul at a loss. With every opening door there is growing and waning trust.
Violation at every level keeps the soul at a loss. And when the shadows may fold around you the void seems all you can trust.
With a fading whimper all but knowing escapes you. And the window in your cell seems to bring the stars closer.
With every opening door it may end, and there there is nothing but the ever growing trust.