1. Her suffering was beautiful.
Her body was crippled; bitterness. It was all she could taste.
The mindless silhouettes followed her every move; morphing them selves.
But her mind was different; a place where the darkest monsters striped; controlling her every move.
Her pale mask showing nothing; no one must ever know.
The edge was close; so close. She felt it creeping up on her; shadowing her every move.
Its all she needed to drown into her insanity.
Oh sweet insanity; take me, drag me into the darkest pits of hell.
Her suffering was beautiful.
She was an art peace of her own.
Here eyes; oh how sweetly they break under the grasp of the warmest sun of all.
Theirs something beautiful in pain; it hold truth.
But truth is not what you want to be told.