She tears through the burning world,
Wreaking havoc as she goes.

She races through the forest where Grief used to walk,
But now it is they that turn their faces away.

Bitter words fall,
From her harsh lips.

”Begone!” she cries,
her sharp words piercing the heavens,

But is it the world she is yelling at,
Or herself?

if you peer through her armour,
You might catch a glimpse of what is haunting her.

A sea of sorrows,
Drowning her.
Are you surprised?

Asleep in a vibrant environment
Colorblind in a restless world
Still in the company of emotions
Flying in a city that's frozen
Dying slow
In a world that never stops
Continues to love
In a world that could never appreciate
The no strings attached purity
Of a heart burdened
By loving more than it gets loved

Don't believe the words that seep through
They're often twisted by my inner self
Protecting me from you
Protecting me from me
Saving myself for when I'm appreciated