Harrowing through sins forgiven, half-forgotten.
Cursing her conscience, it whispers her name.
Mocking feigned countenance, her facade of strength.
Jeering her crumbling mind, crowning her insane.
Dreaming of things never to be, awake in bed,
Wondering how a million memories fit into her head.
Nay, I’ll put my guns down today,
Pandora’s box can wait another day.