Glass is shattering, floor is cracking
And I'm falling through
Walls getting narrow, light getting darker,
And the ground I hit.
Colder and colder this ground becomes
Halls grow longer and longer,
All I want is to find my happy ending.
I wander down these halls, following the scratches on the ground and the stain red walls
Being lead to a great stairway,
Fearing what I will see as I climb my way up.
Whispers flooding my thoughts with every step I take,
Slowly becoming use to the whispers, and quickly they fall silent
While reaching the last step
Is this my happy ending? If so, it's so dark.
