In the silence, they begin to breathe,

Figures shifting,shadows seeth.

Her mind, a maze of twisting light

Where madness whispers in the night.

Eyes wide open, yet nothing is seen.

She speaks to phantoms that never flee.

This world spun tight with frantic grace.

Her thoughts a storm, her mind a maze.

The darkness grows, the figures grin,

But none are real-they dwell within.