She refused. And no, she was not ignorant nor too young to understand, because she understood. But she would not be held captive by those words that caused inflicting wounds; destruction, That would terrorize and haunt her so dearly. A disturbingly false prescence, a twisted blurred vision that she would not abide. She did not conquer nor cling onto this frill ashen oblivion. She began to sink, bound to inhale the shadowed aroma, beginning to feel pleasure: for hesitation was now a pale weep, smothered by ecstasy; pleasure. Her gaze, pure, a engraved stare eternally consumed and confined of sheer sickened revere and admiration, a fooling deceptive possesion. Heartily relished and unspeakable, dragging innocence, the deepest irresistible desires now abloom, Transitioning into a now swamped wavered form of impeding pulses. She sought to acknowledge the allure of a garish thief that rose, yet she did not flee to crawl for cleansing for she was a victim of a false path that flashed and shed before her. Shed admire from afar, contaminating herself with desired manipulations and demands of gained suffers. Humanity's opposing disgrace becoming enveloped in sorrow, for she was no swell parasite nor fed infant. She was plotted in an intricate universe of substancial oblivion. A retired realm. She did not drift off pacing, she remained stern, resisting freedom. Glistening in feathered abomination. She was then accused and enlisted to assist vile stipulative deeds that ensued guile stimulations of some sort. She familiarized herself with differences. Which then helped her determine how to defferenciate woes, foes, complexity, simplicity,also ignorance and the state of being indecisive. She was not shrouded in guilt nor bowed and nestled in regal attire. She would not condone her behavior of gall laced foolishness, but of contrary, she was in complete blame of her actions. Metaphorically speaking, she was now a soaring breeze that sanctified her peers, although logically she was not. In fact she is defiant of a contriversial mean that would abolish the concept of aesthetics and the being of things abstract. She was in sync with bailed flaunts of revelation. She acquired persistance but did not by any means don offensive any words, which she then held no defenders. She witnessed the lenght of a seer aglow in a bevy vortex, assumingly making her and gifting her with the defenition of wrong. But she was just as right as wrong. It is not a dismembered contraption waiting to be innovated or fixed, but if for some reason it happened to be just as so, she would still be able to define and explore it. It may not be ethical, but then again only she can be she. And she is delicate, but the delicacy is overpowered by insanity, so with that being said she will sincerely continue to be she, and that will not change.