A lady stares blankly ahead:
Ignoring everything in her stead,
Inhaling the adulterated room air,
Taciturn, stiff, certain, or maybe scared.
Still as a rock –
Calm as a lake –
Strong as a dock –
But those are all fake.
Inside her, a war is waging.
Beasts, monsters, and heroes –
For the longest time,
Her mind has been running wild.
Her clock is ticking
Yet no one is winning.
Not one bloc is determined to fall
Because all she does is feed them all.
— The End —