Smile faded away from her lips ,
In seconds she found her moments of joy were only a fantasy ,
Which were seized in a place that gravitated pain ,
Enclosed in a box all she could hear was “her painful screams”,
Tears rolled down but all that paved was a path of thick mist ,
In all dead nothing seemed to be alive ,
Eventually everything came to an acceptance ,
Which had nothing but dreadful dead end.
Foot in the door 