Merciless hands held her frail heart,
which beat like a desolate drum,
bleeding out her last remnants of goodwill.
Forsaken by all those she held dear,
her ruptured soul gladly welcomed in the dark,
as she drew out her final tear.
And as it journeyed down her sullen face.
It left behind all that once had nourished her faith.
Etching grim reminders of her pains,
that fought to set the darkness in her veins.
She, who had only ever wished to see the light,
now gave herself up to the night.
The dank cold air felt like a newfound friend,
as she laid to rest the girl whose dreams would end.