An exhale of smoke was the only sound in the empty room, a solitary figure uncloaked only in the small sanctuary of the empty stone walls. Her face was marked with scars in lines, her eyes sunken into her clear skin. Skeletal fingers raised the cigarette to a dark slit that was a mouth, holding it in place until another delicate plume of smoke rose from within the slit.

 Someone is lying very still...

The line revolved around her head, the visual of a woman lying at her feet connected with it.

The empty screen, the vacant look...

Fingers raised the cigarette to lips again, dark eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to force out the song. To force the mangled woman from her sights.

A pointless life has run its course...

The cigarette fell from the woman's grasp, tears streaming down her face. Those horrible, misshapen hands raised to her head, pushing past gray hair to skin. Words with no meaning escaped her, filling the empty room with the echo of madness and guilt. Screaming without audience, the woman sank to the ground, dark, bloodshot eyes wide as she screamed at the ceiling. Blaming it for all her faults.

"I just wanted my life back," she sobbed at the rock, eyes seeing something no one else could, "I just wanted her to be proud!"