she cried a hundred kamikaze tears,

while silhouettes dressed as haughty laughter,

 summed up her unbridled fears.

Boldly jutting, are the jagged lines of her insanity,

for they lay like broken parallelograms within her troubled mind.

Yet, quietly still, she acquiesced, to the legions of infirmity,

as they assailed her with assaults, from both forward and behind.

thus, leaving us nothing now, but an empty shell of her former self.

Oh what a pity this is to see, as she in her sadness comes forth to pay

For her days are as night as she Stares at the walls of liquid white

And she succumbs to the shadows that have come her way.

but still….and yet again……she…

against this backdrop of crippling white,

 cries a hundred kamikaze tears.