I'll start with a poem, which I've simply titled "Epiphany":
The folly of a child condemns
A woman waits for time to end
For even if she's rent in twain
She's proved the dead cannot be slain
Experiments reveal the trend
She's grown insensitive to painAnomaly; a crack in time
Inquisitive; her only crime
It was shiny
She was six
She'll never cross the river StyxCorpses far as the eye can see
A dead child sobbing: "Dad! Mommy!"
It slowly dawns that it's her fault
SHE brought these lives their grinding halt
She runs, her back facing the sea
Today can't bear the scent of saltSecrecy; till her end to keep
Insomnia; the living sleep
Eternity
Conscious still
Sanity kept by simple willShe studies to distract her mind
From everything she's left behind
And she has so much time for it
Three doct'rates before thirty hit
Bio, chemistry, and physics
Someday no field she shall omitFutility; she can't be saved
Recklessness; she isn't brave
Just knows her fate
No need to fear
When Death's cold breath you'll never hearAnd through the void she'll float alone
The only thing of flesh and bone
Bare of even space debris
Homogeneous, save for a stream
Through a universe long dead
Of mournful, lonely, maddened screams
Piffy is an SCP Foundation Moderator, Lv. 9001 Squishy Wizard, and Knight of the Red Pen.