My mind makes me offbeat 
A singular pattern to seek 
Blance lost, no longer standing 
Up in the air never landing 
Ruined and wrecked 
No emotion to detect 
The heart bleeds 
It has lost a loved one 
Search to fill the depletion 
Charismatic character 
A creature finds love 
that is not real 
Chasing fulfillment 
A goal, if reached 
will leave her less 
whole, more empty 
There is no victor 
Black Striped face 
Bloody knees fall 
to the ground taking 
her wayward expression 
down with the rest of her 
tired and defeated body
She has lost the good fight.