Craze Poem by carolina jamies

She sits in the far corner of the class
Wearing an adorably sad pair of glass
And sucking her lips like a bride denied a newly weds kiss.
With a constant companion stucked in her ears, She's long forgotten by the world And her soul swims the oceans and rivers of the lagoon not far off.
She languishes with her undying thoughts of phobias.
The mockery of jackals and ostrich hardly bites of the hairs of her skin.
There's one particular rhythm that plays off in her head, DEATH!
A symptom of her craze.
Her music is full of her fantasies that she vomits on herself not expecting
Any pity.She's cladded in blue and black but she's far from being them.
Her world is a mixture of gray and white.And her mind beats drums of mad men as she thinks thoughts that escape men.
She floats on wings of 5.9s and catridges of one color and one purpose, DESTRUCTION.
She's aware of her craze and enjoys it and not.
Floating and floating on disturbed waters and appear to be stable.