• She sits in the Darkness of her heart,
    Thinking those Forbidden thoughts of hers--supossed art.
    She is unaffected,
    Or so it seems.
    But wait until tonight--
    What she sees in her dreams.

    The smoky figures around her take one look at her,
    Shake their heads disapprovingly, and walk away.
    One thought from her makes them fall into
    Rotting heaps of Pure Decay.

    She cries out,
    Writhing in pain.
    It was never meant
    To be this way.

    She shrinks further back into her Eternal Darkness,
    Wishing it would all just end.
    She sees the knife on the table--
    Her only friend.

    She picks it up,
    Only to kiss the blade and set it down
    Into poisoned blood in a cup.
    A figure approaches her,
    Wearing a frown.
    She tries to get away,
    But she is held down.

    He kisses her,
    She pulls away,
    He holds her close,
    This will be his last day.

    She pulls out her gun,
    Shoots him in the head,
    What has she done?
    The man who loved her,
    Now lays dead.

    She hears the voice in her head,
    and listens for a Second.
    Then starts to walk in dread,
    She is being beckoned.

    She arrives unscathed,
    Just as he wants her.
    He looks at her Admiringly,
    Her secrets were about to stir.

    He smiles kindly,
    Now she has everything to fear,
    He says "Do not walk alone, blindly.
    Come to me, my dear."

    She stood in one place,
    Looking him in the eye.
    She saw the hungry look on his face,
    Then she turned and walked out, Head held high.

    Once she is out,
    Where there is no sound,
    She lets loose an angry shout,
    And falls to the ground.

    She wishes she were dead,
    No one would miss her,
    She finds her gun, Aims it at her head,
    And she readys herself to pull the trigger.
    This is the end.