In the blue of sadness I stand with crimson red.
The vains of perves cruelty encompasses me.
I run from invisiable things that terrorize me.
They surround me in gray and prick me with throns.
In my fright I twine myself in the arms of terror.
My tears of hot ice shed from my paralyzed face.
The drops of crimson run down my my shreded hands and arms.
The drops feed the thriving vains that are the cause of dread.
I stand in my own nightmare.
-Anna 4/7/97