Finite

Those shadows follow her, 

drifting from one room to the next.

It looms everywhere and wraps like a blanket.

They have become so familiar.

It's more comforting than the truth.

But what is the truth?

Will she ever believe the truth? 

Why do they want her to believe the truth?

It's best to just stay here

where she's warm.

Oddly, she started to feel safe here

because she knows there is definitely and end soon.

The end is near

no matter how dark they think it seems

It's near for her.

It's finally over.