the heart sings a melody
following the beats of melancholy
who comes without invitations only
into my unguarded fragile body.

she caught the scent of treachery
upon mind's desire to be happy
"definitely it has been to therapy
but fear not, I'll get it back into misery."

So, into the arms of abnormality
comfort sits in quietly
shedding off traces of joy roughly
then she threw away her sanity.