Wildly Ablaze

Her heart pounded to the rhythm of the writhing drums of her beating brain
Her heart, it... "she" crumbled
A few too many times in every minute of every hour of every day
She laughs and smiles
And drinks and eats
And studies and reads and sings
And sleeps, well barely
And... She lives
A Wall
The face is her eyes, her mind
The right: the people
The left: that that will not be named: her 'heart', if you will
A Clash
Nothing kills harder
Nothing stands stronger
Nothing more powerfully rooted
Nothing growing more superbly
The Clash
A bust of explosions of burning black lava
The Clash
An implosion of blood inside that possessed diabolic creature inside her cage
Stop the red knock-knock-knocking inside that fragile cage
Stop the black ex-ex-exploding inside those raging fiery eyes
Will you be passionately ardent enough to
                                                   Slash
                                                           Her
                                                                Soul