shes locked in her own solitude,
with no peace to be found .
devalued, and lost in her own burial ground.
darkness eats away at every inch of light inbound,
and shes struggling to keep surface of a simple flesh wound.
she speaks "simple",
as if, it isnt her own corruption.
in her own minds riddle,
its the human-norm.
the skin is brittle,
but she takes hold of a violent storm,
can she keep surface?
or will she sink deeper,
deeper then the norm.