All she wants is a companion to share her experience with
That's probably the reason why she keeps the door light lit
But no one ever showed up and the fact is that no one ever will
Because when she dies she doesn't have anyone in her will
Then the feeling returns and she feels it flying across the room
She's satisfied now that she won't be alone at the time of her doom
In the state of silence she hears the jigsaw call her name
But when she looks down on the piece they're all the same
She either very tired or she's dying because everything is gray
Suddenly it clears up just like her mood does every day
The jigsaw seems more attractive and she reaches towards it
But she can't lift a single piece because they have the weight of bricks
The woman breaks down and starts to cry, her tears are salty
With glassy eyes she looks up and wonders what the fault be
But she can't figure it out, she's left out to art of guessing
The pieces starts to glow and now the darks a blessing
She grabs a hold of her cane and takes a swing at the box
Tries to get out of the foggy room but there's a thing in the locks
And she stuck in a state of self-destructing delusional behavior
She has always cursed God but now she's begging for a savior
Then something happens and everything fades to normal
The room that had just been messy has just turned formal
She looks around but everything is back to the way it was before
There's nothing creepy anymore, nothing else left to explore
So she returns to the jigsaw, hoping for some resurrection
The seventh piece is still lying there, waiting for correction
She puts it in its right place and the image reveals a door
And there's also a message that appears, too strong to ignore
It's not visual to the naked eye but the woman sees it anyway
It says: "Life as we know it can be told trough many ways"
The woman looks concerned but keeps unfolding the picture
Hoping that she'll reach the end and understand lives scripture
As time moves on the woman exceeds in the jigsaw world
She searches for a piece when "Pick me, here I am" is heard
The eleventh piece has been connected and reality has been stirred
Now she has greater view into the environment that resembles hers
Sees the same painting on her wall as in the image that's being created
Somehow she is filled with wondering, jealousy, passion and hatred
And although she's now trembling of a strange fear she keeps building
If she gets this right she has lived her life with at least one winning
The light goes out and the darkness starts filling the rooms corners
And she can feel it creeping slowly, it's everywhere, even on her
A screams comes out of her mouth but she shuts it with her hands
Because she doesn't want to scare the dark away with her demands
The jigsaw is almost forgotten, thrown in the shadows of the darkness
The woman thinks she's almost done but she hasn't even started
A light appears in the black surrounding and she reaches out to spark it
The light shoots out a beam that lands on a piece as if it wanted to mark it
She leans towards it and what she sees within it leaves her paralyzed
A picture of kids smiling, dancing out of the picture and into her eyes
Into her mind, infecting her thoughts and she plays with the thought
Of her living a life so valuable that it couldn't be bought
Because the dancing children are none others then her and her brother
And in the far-left corner she can see her smiling father and mother
999 tears falls from her otherwise dried up eyes, she feels weakened
She doesn't understand where they come from but she's the one leaking them
Now the connection between piece number 13 and her finger vanishes
She is amazed about the footage that have just been displayed to her
Confused as she is she's wondering if she have been planning this
She thinks, "No, it can't be", and now she can hear the jigsaw pray for her
"As you walk trough the valley of the shadow of death" and so on
The woman looks stunned, how could something like this go wrong?
Then she feels the pieces penetrate her skin, there isn't anything left
She closes her eyes, takes a breath and goes to sleep with death...
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