She was not like most people, she got caught somewhere in between reality while swallowing substances as a form of psychiatry. She had found herself always stumbling accross her own art you see, even amongst her own world she was lost and misplaced her galaxy's key. She was never exactly listening while breathing in your level of dimension you see, her thoughts wandered much too far off the edge of her galaxy's sea. This place she ended up was consumed by madness, darkness, and imagination. She was always shaking on the floor fighting the feelings of prostration. This woman lived inside of her head you know, all these things she could not explain somehow made her grow. She fought against her own world, how was she supposed to stay sane when the reality around her was swirled? She tried her best by hiding behind the moon and sprinkling her world with fairy dust, still she found herself screaming at the stars to please shake off the feeling of ****. She was cursed with a heart that never ceased to love, voices whispered in the skies of her own galaxy and laughed at her from above. She refused to waste her time believing in actuality, for she was too busy seducing starlight with her sensual sexuality. Her unpredictable personality was either devilish or angelic, she was lost while chasing dragons in this world of hers oh so psychedelic. You would never dare to walk deeper into her thoughts of fantasy and lucid dreaming, your naive infinity could have never established any meaning. You were unimpressed by her actions and resented her always reckless, around the witch's neck laid her luck inside a necklace. She remained in her own nonsense believing mysteries indeed mystical, in the end these mysteries meaning nothing less than egotistical. You never saw beyond the facts of your own perspective, little did you know from her's she was fighting villians just to keep her nature protected.