Midday, thousand threads
Moving along the train
No way, escape.

Mindtrap, hundred ways
Struggling for the air
Can find no trial.

No wisdom, digests
Swords from the tounge
Blades in her heart
Drops, into ocean.

Fearful to ones
Had been closest to touch
Has been furthest in front
Dare no to come.

A touch from eyes
A mile, a hundred miles
No end, when I see
Invisible.

Could I survive.