Landscapes undermined,
Dungeos sharpened.

I don't know where to fit now
as the body was a jail
which i could run from.

My home never rained, and it rained.
My pain never was care, and he cared.

But if he cared, why he pained me.

Light halvened.
High-pitched silence.

Running has to come to an end.

Where to return now
if everything is wet
even the iron bars.