So pale
Devistation washes as water
Over flesh

The instinct
Is to turn away
And escape the impressions

At best
The only illusion
Is fate

Does she not understand
The space the world has provided
Distinctly she curls up her hands
Gives wings to dark horizens

I am
Irrepressively changed
As I watch her
And am secretly ashamed

There
In the caverns of my thoughtlessness
I am made aware

So fragile
She shatters like china
Tossed upon sand

The moments are
racked with contusions
Retreat is impossible

At best
This is not much better
Than death

Does she see the confusion
With grim eyes like heartbeats in grey
As she stands in her doorway
Speaking with images and clay

I am
Unbelievably horrified
As she loses her mind
I see myself in her eyes

And we fall
The darkness of senselessness
As a mirage

Shake it off
But we cannot breathe emptiness
Like it or not

She is there
Inside this existance
Like me

Inexorably petrified
Pretending to reason
She needs faith to believe

Just like me...