Losing Her Mind

There is this bewitching girl

She idolized the world, analyzing every swirl

emerald orbs kindled with amusement

A scorching smile unknown, seemingly latent

It was a hidden remnant, long ago - forgotten

for a baleful evil, enveloped in golden satin

Slender arms laced through that which could not be

embracing and gasping, as she took the withering bitterness meekly

overwhelming, pillaged her every sensation of innocence

caught in the dark starless abyss, composing her as a whole hindrance

destructive and noxious, cracking the world she had come to need

ebony etched throughout and thoroughly, a massacre of golden rays that once were envied

heedless soul cut from a looming figure, cream puffed out in a canvas of grime

broken thoughts binded through her mind into an infinite time

antipathy charged in flares, endless faces screamed ' Anathema!'

for an iniquitous being, whispered footfalls had fallen in a frozen saga

tap-tap-tap it played along the walls, echoing lacuna thoughts immodestly

iced concrete embraced, capturing the screeching folk of misery

a puppet on strings - trashing and bending to the masters will

to see a bewitching and heedless girl without a crown, falling into the kill