Ophelia the Opheliac

About a friend... or two.

Ophelia the opheliac
All dressed in black
She has a delusional mind.
For compassion she is blind.
Alone she waits,
For the one she hates.
Obsessing for an obsession
This leads to another session.

Ophelia the opheliac
She follows the zodiac.
Connecting the stars
Hiding her scars
Telling the truth
But she has no proof
Obsessing for an obsession
This ends another session.

Ophelia the opheliac
As always; opaque
She hums a soft tune.
She speaks of the moon.
So big and bright
Yet out of slumber’s sight.
Surrounded by darkness
Yet it illuminates calmness

Obsessing for an obsession to call her own
This embarks her search for something you cannot clone.
She seeks something different like herself.
It is irrelevant to her perfectly fine health.