She knew her mom could get her out of this, that annnny minute now she'd come bursting through the doors and rescue her. That the nightmare would be over. That they, the Sanctuary would win
B l a c k and W h i t e
Good triumphing over e v i l
How it's always happened
A n y d a y n o w.
But then crept
She didn't know whether or not her mom couldn't rescue her
Or wouldn't rescue her
If the day would be saved!
But worst of all, who was they?
Could she count herself Sanctuary anymore?
Did she want to?
Which brought about
F E A R
Fear that the Cabal (they) would win, because it was looking to be the harsh reality.
(They) The Sanctuary was loosing.
She (who?) was loosing
she had this though
Her fault. Her fault.
The death and the carnage and the suffering.
All her fault
she k n e w that from the very beginning.
And when you're left alone in your own thoughts for weeksandweeksandweeks the guilt
e a t s y o u u p
leaves a SHELL mixed with the doubt-no one to tell her its okay its okay i forgive you
becuase there WASN'T
even if there was they COULDN'T
Guilt for tootoo long help spreades
which Stalked her
Apathy was a dangerousdangerous thing.
Willpower was strong
But the seductive desire to give in
To not care
To resign herself as a machine as a puppet as a robot
As not her (whoever that was)
And stop fighting
T h e m