This kid is fighting for her life

In the middle of the night

So she might have a try

At her own lightless fight

The darkness will suffocate her

Beneath never-ending folds

But she goes on her own terms

Despite the shadows & ghosts

She waits for dawn's edge

Some steel sunny ledge

That might offer her another escape

Grey to replace a painful wedge

Of fatty cake

Cold fingers shake her awake

An icy grip on her frame

So she might never find a way

To escape death's plague

One day this kid might try

To live, and from her hands you'll never pry

Her scattered, withered soul

She forgets why as the days pass by.