Cast out,but a lonely figure,  
Devoid of any a desire,      
The wind, she, envious of
The mind cuffed up. off,
Dreams and thoughts,to live.

At parallel worlds,Disillusioned
Every day, a double edged sword
Up to the hilt with the common unknown
The towel thrown
A white flag,
darker than death,
raised.

The last kiss with life,The mistletoe, her
Relations left to ponder
Grind teeth in wonder,
This time,
Too late for life
Hers... she took.