Drips and Drops of blood,
Pale as a flower bud,
Quivering and Shivering,
cold as Ice,
Lost in her reclusive paradise.
As she opened her eyes,
Struggling and juggling to rise.
Counting her days to be alive,
In a world so rigid to survive.
Bewildered and startled there she stood,
fathoming her? Nobody would.
Delusions and errors in the vicinity.
Bestowing life to the faint infinity.
