She can see the world in all its horrid glory.
How it’s disgusting burning madness draws her in
How curiously it provoked so many thoughts
Her cortex is a mere fraction of what stirs in her head
Her burning notions coil and yearn, but perplexed they stay
Lingering strife resides yet
Leaps and bounds she strides
To define the mess at hand
To make sense of what is spanned
But she finds no answers
Barely any order remains
Her wonderful notions start to fade
It is not this burning mess that infuriates her so
It is the downfall of all things beautiful
The things she held so dear
The ones that she never knew were near
Ones that slipped through her hands furtively
Ones she believed would never betray
Discovering their loss after the acquirement of knowledge
****** she will be if it destroys her
Faster and faster she prances
Faster and faster she flees
Till there is nothing left for her to see
Till there is nothing left for her to be
Save an angry empty shell
Just one of many discarded in this burning madness.