Like a thick forest, trouble swamped.

Standing tall against the light,

Her path was unknown, a free tour across all burnt bridges.

Isolated in void, nothingness brought unheard screams and shouts,

The silence was vicious,her echoing groans were taunting.

Taped by wonder she was on mute,

She ate as it was served to her,

Forced to gulp her unpleasant meal, it cut through leaving no saga behind.

She built her own nightmare in fantasy,

A beautiful terror,

Her monster like a maze had no true end.

The end of her monster would take her too,

A soul tie that could never be broken.

A soul at war with the ease of intoxication,

An escape that built an army ready to devour her,

Intoxicated in rhythm, a theme song for destruction,

Calmed by smoke, a death threat taken to heart.

Nothing could retrieve her from the grip of ache,

Brutal flashes cutting into her heart, a flash a consequence

Dragging her baggage,

The weight sunk her further into a dark loop of clips,

Tied to her existence,she could not escape.

Held captive as her life movie replayed, nothing could be changed,

Lost in herself, it became a simulation

Who was in control?,She?

She had the power, it was stored in the vessel that shot at her,

She was her boogeyman, a rival that started from within.

Decisions and consequence were her lover and adversary,

Butterflies clouded her intuition,

Distracted,the arrows that came with pleasure pierced through her.

A pain reserved for a greater time, it was an inside job.

She was her villain and superhero, a safety that was dangerous.

Her mind was in control of the sequence, well trained and informed, a powerful enemy.

It was numb, passion had taken over

Every hurt was kissed away by delusions,it was bearable.

It was a bandage for unnoticed wounds,her coping mechanism to life.

Like a thief, reality stole her happiness.

Stripped of her support, she fell to pieces.

It was what held her already dead self together,

Unable to visualize, her mind denied her access.

Floating in razor sharp recollections, her focus was withdrawn.

Dead or Alive?

It felt the same.