Her name is Sympathy.
She lacks a heart definable,
And feels with no core,
You can't read her mind,
For her thoughts don't come from anywhere.

I'm in a room inside her soul,
No windows anywhere.
The curtains drawn up,
The veil too thin to pierce.
A threat I fear is near.

A voice speaks in my mind,
I shouldn't be here.
What is this feeling?
Could it be, is this fear?

What could possibly give breath to fear?
Not here, this is my domain.
Inside the soul, is where I stand complete.
So why am I so cold,
Why am I trembling without decree?

And torn away, the room, the scene.
Changeover.
And here I am, back home.
Sweating, panting, I feel death was close.
But what could harm me?

I was thrown out,
By something I can't know.
Distraught and drained.
Her name is Sympathy.