Living red writing drips
like the tears of my wounds.
as the room rotates rapidly
silence suffocates my spinning tomb.

Hopelessly i cling at straws
only finding pencils
as I drown in this page.

my ice cold corpse cracks  
as my eyes fill with feint flames,  
and a ghoulish grin masks a grim gaze,
as I set my sights on deaths empty eyes
I issued a defiant challenge, daring him
to try take this tormented teen.

Did he flinch!
Or
was it a fallacy, formed from
My own measure of madness?

Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
Intertwined with shadows,
Of playful voices of madness

Do you remember,
When everyone forgot her?
And she was left to wilt
Like a flower in the snow

Do you remember,
When she stopped being scared?
As the madness and hysteria became no different
In the eyes of lost Octavia

Do you remember,
The eldritch one who's Octavia?
That unsettling childishness of the maddened girl
Lingered in her parents' hearts

Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
She's running the corner store, smiling so sweetly
With a torn book in her hand...


and a sharp blade