She sat in the frontiers of her mind; monstrous and mighty.

A shrill voice escaped, don’t let her in, don’t let her linger.

Screams of anguish suppressed by rigour, here will I stay and here will I rest.

Vices of the past and wrongs of the youth thrusting her soul, wrecking her wit.

Burning breath of hatred, bitterness, guilt and shame coiling her frail, frail.

I let you in, I gave you room. But its time you leave. You simply must go.

She laughed like a thunder and danced like a drunkard.

Oh, I am not going, this is my home; here will I stay, together with you.

I will conquer by the fright of your heart, cremate your dreams and clobber your plans.

What should I do, oh what can I give, 

for you to just leave and turn not around?

Well, I may never go. I may never leave. But someday I might, 

once my spineless friend ‘timid’ moves out of here.