cross legged she sits
sits in her mind's abyss
secluded from humanity, from her sanity, or is there something amiss?!
thought she could reach it
reach what she's been trying to preach
her wickedness, her obscurity
her freedom, her insanity
hides in a corner of her asylum
hides to not show her venom
hidden underneath burdens of sadness
this obscurity is blinding
driving her towards absolute madness
struggle to cut the ropes that are binding
her freedom slowly becomes unwinding
fiery eyes, made of clay
bloody reason, soon shall decay
tears drop on her cheeks
giving the dew of a rose so meek
divine is her innocent look
targeting her tool, her body shook
the tool of her freedom
her remedy, so fearsome
she took it and she didn't hesitate
to walk it down that road, she didn't tolerate
a flash of memories, pictures of torture
a daze of light, flickering like the cleaver of a butcher
she saw with her very eyes
she saw her own demise
patience my child, the end is near
you will never be alone... have no fear