She screams in silence
She cannot speak, but she tries
The words cannot get out
She can only cry
The cruel words that run through her head
She still feels them, even though she's dead
The pain from the fire that cuts like a saw
And the pain she feels inside when she shreds them with her claws
She knows she's a monster, and she cannot change it
All she knows is that she can re-arrange it
By changing the order of predator and prey
Day is Night, and Night is day
To the eyes of the universe she is only a glitch
But to the Survivors, she is called
The Witch