a carnival of chaos unravels like a moth-eaten tapestry.
she dances on the edge of reason.
a tightrope walker between sanity and insanity.
her laughter, a cruel symphony echoing though corridors of fractured mirrors.
in her eyes galaxies collide a nebula of anguish and constellations of delirium.
she weaves her own world.
a spider spinning silk from fractured thoughts.
she dreams of drowning in ink-black oceans where sirens singing lullabies of madness.
the walls murmur warnings their whispers lost in the howling wind.
she clings nursery rhymes, their innocence twisted,
she sings of lambs and daises. now blasphemy drips from her tongue
they say she’s just hurting; she knows the truth.
in this asylum of broken mirrors, she pirouettes through madness.
a moth drawn to the flame.