Slowly but surely, she was slipping into madness. She could feel herself fading into the unknown, losing touch with time and space. Her name had become a stranger to her, something she couldn’t recognize anymore. The people around her were faint, distant, and unreachable.
You made my house too bright;
I couldn’t see my sorrows,
I couldn’t see my scars.
I lost my sight.
You fed me joys
in chunks so huge
I choked.
What a blight.