On the brim of delirium,
she cant find any cognizability.
Pain is her demented reality,
else is just a perception of her existence.
The murkiness swirls in with the flames,
she fights for breath as life tries to conquer death.
As shadows tiptoe to greet her & voices sneak into her head
& the screams echos like nails across the chalkboard.
She drifts as the room spins & the limpid figures close in.
She could see the abondoned asylum & her spirits softly weeps,
the hour of berevement is dawning.
Take her for THE new life.
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