Embeded Emotions

I sit on this floor and look at this same six-sided room, a die that I continue in a trundle manner for fortune's fate. I search for a turnkey, which I will not encounter, for I am not of compliant natures. Trapped and scared from thoughts of turning into procreators that held the girl back. Wings of tattered emotion seem to be embedded in her back are to show signs of false hopes. She calls herself Faith, though she hasn't one. To say in reply to what her name means, she is noone so there is lost hope in herself. You see her heart worn a sleeve covering her conflicts with emotion on her forearm. Soft spoken, her voice, reassuring that the timidity in her eyes isn't there when first glance is gazed upon to be known. Hair of silk, long and black, body pale, eyes bold, all features of the one who used to be loved for who she was. But as the snow falls like flower petals, falling elegantly off its stem, so does the girl falling for him.