Being such a fool hearted girl drives her mad
Couldn’t she stomp on it, kill it?
No one will ever understand her madness,
Except those who also bury those three words in the dirt.
Madness caused by restriction of red blood,
The darkest and deepest, not red, nor crimson, but almost black.
God; He or She created her in a way,
That allowed her body to rush with the darkest red.
Her blood flows through her veins not reaching her fingers and toes.
Only natural, cold hands and feet, warm heart,
So warm, it causes flames of fire.
They warm her, but what happens when all she sees is smoke?
Suffocated, she can’t breathe her own aroma anymore,
Don’t loose it, don’t be burnt to ashes.
Maybe an escapade will refresh your thoughts,
Until then, the fucking mad hatter you’ll be.
