The Shadow of Death

Death is stuffed somewhere

deep inside her vault.

In a dusty, dark corner.

She becomes shriveled

when her mind stumbles upon itself.

At Death’s birth

Love & Beauty distilled

into pure, bittersweet sadness.

Her self-claimed soul drawn back into its

eternal womb.

She has keys to a room that has no doors.

She doesn’t want to cry tomorrow,

She has cried enough today,

She just wants to end this sorrow,

Slit her wrist & fade away.

The blood drains from her veins

Red, crimson slowly drips.

Her body wilts as she lies on the floor.

No one will cry as she lies there

waiting to die.

The sound of death,

The shortness of her breath,

She walks through the valley of

the shadow of death.

Her life…so fragile.

Flicker…of a flame.

Depression had taken over her soul.

Her loneliness lead her mind to

dark, unknown places.

She would reach for some comfort

Yet feel no embrace.

Surrounded by solitude

All that is left is the

Chaotic, strangled inner glow

From dead, empty lifeless eyes.