She sees the world in perfect logic,
But she doesn't understand.
Sitting quietly on her bed,
She cries because of the demand.
She finds comfort in being alone,
But truely wants to be held.
Deep in her being,
She was once a child,
Before her demon swelled.
She has gone too far,
Walked too long.
In the Valley of Death,
You can still hear her song.
She is not dead nor breathing,
But all the chaos is here.
If you follow in her path,
Your end will soon be near.
She is soft to the touch,
Sweet to the breath.
But beware by nightfall,
As soon as the lights go out,
She starts to lose it all.