Malina

The sound of a rusty old clock

Broken windows, creaking doors

Cold breeze piercing through the blanket

Realized

There's no way out

Every day, growing older

Realized

There's nowhere to hide

Every day, moving slower

Still breathing heavy

Standing up, sore and aching

Grabbing the basket

On the brink of collapse

But still enduring

Enduring another day

Enduring another night

Arrogant looks

Hostile remarks

But still no choice

Realized

There's no way out

Every day, growing older

Realized

There's nowhere to hide

Every day, moving slower