Being on the verge of consciousness, just enough so you can feel the pain, remember the memories, and want revenge.
Being unable to push yourself up, just so you can take a look.
See the sun, the trees, the grass... People.
Forbidden to be seen, and shamed into silence.
Hiding away, without hope it will ever end.
The silence so quiet it hurt.
The room so dark seeing was a mere memory.
The dreams so vivid life seemed attainable... Almost.
The desire so deep you can't take it.
Like a coil pushed down, the tension is unbearable.
All the coil wants to do is spring up.
But it can't until you let go.
And in this case, the coil will never spring up.