Walls are slowly closing in
Bit by bit and inch by inch
Suffocated by all the metal blocks
Caused by the broken locks

Spinning, spinning on the ground
It goes darn fast without a sound
Murmurs are slowly heard deep inside
Turning to screams, there’s nowhere to hide

Fear and uncertainty, turning into paranoia
Like a whirlpool sucking in every bit of her sanity
Silent cries that breaks the glass
All because of the old war scars
-Shirin