There was a hint of genius in her words,
And a dash of sadness in her actions.
Pen in hand,
She wrote down her madness.
Never to let a tear fall on the paper,
Catching them as fast as she can,
Drink in hand,
The world moved too fast for her to stand.
She told herself,
She'd forget it all by morning.
Little did she know,
It was herself that she was mourning.
She lost more than one person that night,
But she did not realize.
He was a causality in her mind,
But it was her soul that took flight.
Walking through the depths of cold,
She now knows a different world.
Her feet trudging behind her,
Death pushing her forward.
Down this mountain is where she'll make this leap,
Growing wings so she can go home,
But her body is made of lead,
And her mind has become stone.
