Even Her Brain Betrayed Her

Even her brain betrayed her,
Her thoughts do not make sense.
Her mind is full, yet empty,
And her words, a garbled mess.

Her mind has become worthless,
A lump of flesh in a shell of bone,
It left her to pursue its own fancies,
It left her screaming, and alone.

Even her brain betrayed her,
Made her muscles twitch and tighten,
Her fingers curl and arch themselves,
With no hope of release on the horizon.

Her mind has become worthless,
A mass of blood inside her head,
Sending mild electric signals,
Telling her what she’s done and said.

Even her brain betrayed her,
Causing images to appear.
Pictures that do not exist,
Make her eyes wet with tears.

Her mind has become worthless,
Lays a trail of scathing screams.
Lashing out at those who try to help,
And at those who invade her dreams.

Even her brain betrayed her,
Allowed her freedom beyond normality,
Escape from the prison of her malformed thoughts,
And to roam past all physical boundaries.

Her mind has become worthless,
Making her turn upon herself.
Clawing, scratching, biting her skin,
Leaving sanity high on its shelf.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman