LOST WITHIN HER MADNESS

She dances between the lines,trying to avoid the cracks

suffering from arrhythmia, a burden on societies back.

demanding satisfaction she lays clawing at the ground,

held captive by her soggy flesh, that leaves her soul abound.

her golden cup lies empty, and kicked across the floor,

feeding the hunger with her rage, while fighting demons behind the door,

she throws them meat for satisfaction, hoping to quite them for the night,

reminiscing of the darkness, while standing in the light,

they know not of her hook, they know not of her crime,

lost within her madness, lost within her mind.