The light in her mind was a flicker
And slowly rage consumed her
Hope was doomed and heart was voided
Time ran out and breath avoided
Space was pierced and life was death
But then she took her very last breath
Only blood seeped from the broken mind
Until she had one last thing to find
There was a rose lovely and divine
She said one thing,“It will be mine”
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC