Aching pain in her chest

A broken wing in her hand

How will she fight it

when she can't understand?

She seemingly flies

On a wave of euphoria

Tomorrow she dies

In consuming hysteria.

Trust me, they tell her

But once she feels sound

They withdraw their hands

Watch her fall to the ground

Shattered she strays

Holding on to delusions

Through eternal wasteland

Of dread and confusion

Where no one can reach her

She's peaceful, it seems

She unfolds her truth

Full of wavering dreams

Seeking the castle

Where she likes to be

Built on illusions

Of feigned harmony.