Cold gray-tinted light cascades into a reclusive, half abandoned room like a waterfall tryting to wash away all of its restrants,
Its final destination falls upon an ominescant, emotionless face.
Staring out onto a non-existant horizon, face and body are numed by the essence of life.
The fire that once murned in the depths of the soul and in every fiber of the being,
Has now slowly begun to creep its way out, leavingits hosts mangled body gullable to any prey imaginable,
Self-consiously withdrawaling inward only soothes and toughens the exterior,
Leaving little protection against the corruption that begins to destroy the inner mentality to face the outside world.
Unrequitted love is hwat carried her into this pain filled misery,
Self-destructivec acts leave cut marks sliced into the flesh of her limbs,
Which only goes to show that her heart couldn't take the rath of pain,
This, her life sentence, she can never escape from.
So, one by one, down the hole does each pill go,
As each second ticks by, anticipation is now over taken by a shadow,
A shadow called Death.

Thanks Greenleaf. I understand what you meant. That really made my day.

That's beautiful! It was neat how at the beginning it started out mysterious and then by the end it was more "right out there." Sorry if that doesn't make sense, but I know what I mean. Very cool.