She dreams of paradise, so very exquisite
whilst existing in her own personally made Hell
all around her falls into ruins, oh so decadent
so long eyes raised to the stars, questioning her shell
is there a rhythm to this rhyme, an answer to time
what is it that will prove the truth, unearth the source
then she had a dream, thus struck a revelation sublime!
all this time she had created this tomb, set her own course
why not veer West, to the South too long her thoughts have drawn
let her seek peace knowing that one direction is not the only choice
speak positive, love your darkness, use it to harness light, Anon!
she knows now it is in her, not others that she may at last rejoice
*finally she touched the beautiful stars