Green Glass Room

In a green glass room with green glass doors
She sits and she waits for more

More than the darkness and more than her loneliness
More will never come, more doesn't exist.

She wants to be fearless and she can be, but it hurts.
It's silent, lest the humming of broken hearts that were there before.

She has no soul and no hope they were taken long ago.
No heart and no clothes-she lies empty and naked on the floor.

She sits with sorrow and feels as if agonies there too.
There's no way to escape because there are no knobs on the doors.

This room is her tomb and yet there's no way to die.
Emotions are nothing here so she feels nothing and never wonders why.