She lost her sense to move forward, and loved everything that she lost.
At one incredible cost.
Things that appeared delusional masked herself to become illusional.
Now she stands in her own drowned world of make believe.
At the cross fire of feeling deceived.
Everything around her is being judged on why things are the way it seems.
Awoken from her own nightmarish dream.
Nobody can see what she stares at, except her own diminished grin.
Before we hear the end of her story, we must hear how it all begins.
Laughter, Carries forth what she thought was lost.
Madness, at it's own terrible cost.
The only thing she sees in reality is the pain of the forbidden frost.
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