In a dark room,
looking out to the sunny world.
What has become of me, my delightful world.
I was a wind,
now, a mice in a cage.
What has become of me and my delightful world.
Red eyes watching, hungry for mistake,
They wait for me, to make a wrong turn.
They are thirsty for some blood.
I was shun out of my vivid world,
Leaving me to the dullness and chill of terror
Ready sharp teeth, to tear me appart,
Sharp claws to claw at my flesh.
What has come of me and my delighful world.