She stood up heart racing
Brain whirring, mouth empty
Had that really happened?
She said to herself
Only with my luck
No way of erasing
Memories already categorizing themselves
Deep in her mechanical shelves

Her lungs almost perpetrated
Her eyes shinning with betrayal
What can I think of myself?
Only as a thief myself
If I were to paint myself
Portrait, a rabbiting version of myself

Each light in her brain
Died of decay,
The long awaited moment of complete disarray.
Her soul lost its shine
Her eyes withered and died

But her heart remained
As an act of betrayal it
Only increased in rate and dismay
Therefore, she said to herself
I must remain and regain
Organs lost in heart, brake
her inevitable death if things keep going this way.