Her eyes bloodshot red.
Through them I see her soul is dead.
Her speech has an emotionally scarred impediment.
Around her mouth is stained a white foam sediment.
Her skeletal body does shake rattle and roll.
For her life on earth has taken its toll.
Her I did approach.
She stepped back, on her life she did not want me to encroach.
She fell into the foetal position.
I knew then I had to make a decision.
I rang for medical help.
They came and took her away, like a crazed dog her voice did yelp.
I have heard she\'s still unwell.
That is it, I have no more sad news to tell.