Lit Negative

What once was heavy is now lightening
Hollowed out but not empty
As it might seem

Quite untrivial
Come on, Mary
Get up, girl

Is there light on the inside?
Sensory on decline
On the fallen wall
Beside the one built up on you
Steel and stolen glass and wood
Gone, the fallen wall
Up, up pretty
Chin up, girl
How much longer now?

Is there light on the inside?
Sensory on decline
To repress upon this time
Lengthened every straight line