Age four. White walls.
Through a door.
Shadow falls.
Say uncle, it's okay.
Say uncle, it's okay.
Hands reached through cloth and skin.

Never again.
One in a hundred thousand.
Never again.
Not yours.
Blackout by breathing in.
Awoke to...blockout.

Just memories.
Just enemies.
I won't be your next second.
Not your mock-up.
Not your knockdown.
Anymore.
Breathe.
Just breathe in.