She stands alone, at the edge of an abyss
so long she has sought answers to the question
her mind cries to the night, so shrill but unheard
"Will not something answer, I beg of thee!" she screams
is there truth within the haze of her insanity
or is it that she is standing alone, crying to naught
she has been broken, so easily again she will not be opened
one day may she crave it, but nay too many times....
so alone she cries, eternally, into a chasm, begging it to devour