Eyes of Frost

Like a siren,
her heart beamed help from her chest
to her brain
to her mouth,
screaming out to her brain
to try and stop the madness.
Insanity
is repetition
expecting a different result,
so she was as crazy
as a sane person could be.
She stared at the paper,
the ink symbols almost blending together
in an abberant display of
her lost sense of reality.

She reached out
her mind and arm stretching across the plain
almost visible to a mad man,
and she was touched by god
by fate
her name was called out
in the frosty cold night.
Her name was...