She sits and hides,
in her room she cries.
Cradling a withered rose to her chest,
memories flood her mind.
Tucked away,
in the back of her head.
Nightmares lurk,
arousing what was pronounced dead.
Illusions dance in her eyes,
producing images that are unclear lies.
She's going insane,
the pressure building up in her brain.
Angst courses through her veins,
overtaking her life's flame..
