Blind at a Stop

she sits on her throne
of thorns, of limbs
and of the bones
of the ones
she never cared about
as if it never dawned on her
that even others have a heart
that can be hurt
or be broken.
she sat in her airs
and felt nothing amiss
even if it all was
barren and deserted.
she sat in blithe ignorance
that it was bleeding
that it was stinking
that it would be
the darkest of herself
she sat in utter ego
for she wasn't aware
of anything beyond
the end she was approaching
she sat, for she didn't care
she sat as if it was all fair
she sat along this nightmare...