She was unstoppable and she cannot prevent herself
from leaking the chemicals that are flowing in her veins,
chemicals so poisonous that she starts to wonder
if she had lost her entire view on making every point
she desires to reveal, had she succumbed to the madness
that is slowly eating her brains leading to more madness
and nothing but madness. Or had she somehow kept her sanity,
leaving only decent thoughts along her trail
so they could not track her and her tainted soul.
But in her murky haze, she could only think about how it is so inviting to cut her flesh open so she could let her blood spill into the ground and give birth to more madness, madness and madness.
She could no longer tell.