She was a mess
but she unconsciously
proceeded
to pursue what
she believed was needed.

She was possessed
by a paranoid obsession
to find the people
and go get ’em
while she could.

So sick and disturbed,
cause all that she heard
was the sound of her demise
rolling thunder in the skies,
under angel’s demonic guise.

The medicine did not help it
the voice in her head
the pills could not squelch it
so, in stress she purged with *****
like a racing flaming comet
that came crashing in
crazy calamity.
No one now engages her insanity.

She is just a mess.