A/N: Well for starters this poem is dedicated to Bandie24x7, sense he is obsessed with Bioshock. Hope you like it.
How far she dreams,
How long she cries,
How her heart dies inside.
The guilt inside her cannot hide.
She fears for her life,
Where will she find strength?
When will the mist clear form her head?
What she has done will not be forgotten,
So how many tears has she held for so long?
Where is her peace and love now?
Is there someone out there that could save her from this dark trance?
She's losing site of her humanity,
Why did she lie?
Why she kept it a secret, we may never know.
Think little girl, how can you end this?
How will you start fresh, from your crawling memories?
This is the end for you little one,
There crawling faster for you.
Run, Run, RUN!
Your gone now little one.
I told you to run.
A/N: Ok, ok I know that wasn't very good. Bioshock poems don't really get me in the mood to write like South Park or Teen Titans does. Oh well I hope you enjoyed nerveless.
~PosionSkittle