termination of an innocent soul (part 2)

She cries tactless in my mental screen
Exasperating whines as sharp as distress signals
Reverberating back and forth
Through the passages of my brains

She barges into my dreams
Filling my room with her essence
I could almost feel her presence
But as far as I could stretch my fingers
The distance in between
She disappears on a sudden glimpse

Body covered in blood
She laughs
   She cries
She transpires
   She fades
I spin around my room like a whirling wheel
Seeking meaning to the road
Playing horrific scenes

As those tiny hands fancies decorations
Leaving "bloody" pitches on my walls
Almost as scars that livest on
Seeing her undeveloped body
As she crawls thorny using her waist

I could almost understand the baby language
Making sense to I
"Nyaya yamaa"--- "mama what's my name"
Could it be my imagination?

If thee will leave me in peace
I shall name thee "Forgotten"