The countdown's begun It's whispering in her ear You know you're almost out of time little girl.

Count the days? or count the minutes, It's all the same The damnation starts, with it's burning No matter how you try to ignore it.

This time are you strong enough? You know you are, focus But, can you control it? You know what to do. But, can you do it?

Focus comes so clear when the mind is released A self contained prison, where it smells of horror. A frightening void where something should be, Always controlled, held back. But it feels good to let go. Empty it out a bit before it overflows.

Then the whispers shake the locks. The countown spinning the combination. No one knows what's coming. Neither does she, except that time is running out. Now so closer it's breathing on her Except no chills run down her spine Focus is getting clearer and clearer The door is opening, And this time there will be no closing it back up This time all mistakes will be corrected.

Time has run out and the countdown has finished. It's time. And there's no more little girl to frighten.

They will all be shown And "him", He will get to see the best part. He will get to see first hand exactly What he always knew. Just how special she really is.