Her mind is a painted sunrise
With complex shades of ice and fire,
Surrounded by shadows as night dies,
Screaming whispers as it retires.
A beautiful mess of tangled thoughts,
Abstract scenes just like the sky;
Tossing and turning through the lots
Of every when and how and why.
Haunted by ghosts that never go away,
Feared by the unknown from the other side;
Disturbed by the truth of today,
Doomed by the lies in the wild.