Panic Room: C. Fay Shlanda

This room has no solace in which to have belief
No gilding on the cage in paint or golden leaf
Only I take the stage
Read the lines on the page
An action which does not allow for sweet relief

Endless mirrors engulf the space
Boundless images show my face
To replicate, simulate, and accelerate my fall from grace

Blistering highs, freezing lows are what they report
Comfort is always absent from within this fort
Cannot seem to outwit
Redress and make it fit
A cascade of complications from which to sort

Endless mirrors engulf the space
Boundless images show my face
To replicate, simulate, and accelerate my fall from grace

The reflective chamber resonates with my fears
The vast sounding echoes of my fast dropping tears
So tiring is the fight
Unable to take flight
Distorted are my memories throughout these years

Endless mirrors engulf the space
Boundless images show my face
To replicate, simulate, and accelerate my fall from grace