Curled up in this corner
This rectangular area called home
I don't want to get out of this space
For there my tears run on my face
My skin looses it's tone,
As It thirsts for sun in darkness' cone

"Help me! I need water"
Ok I say
But my body on this bed lay,
This bed like a river
"I'm dying"
So am I
"It has been a week
Get up!"
I want to but my body feels weak
I can no longer bear this cup

I have to give in,I tell it
"Just one more try,I beg"
When will this 'one more try' end?
Didn't the last try put me in this rectangular prison?

The world is so cold
"And I'm growing old"
Here,eat this
"This chocolate can't quench my hunger anymore"
Here,drink this
"This drink can't quench my thirst anymore"
Oh,Cerebro,the rectangular prison,
"Its going to swallow us"

There!
"Is it hope?"
Sigh,it's just a darker darkness.