Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers touching her to her very soul its the darkness to which she may not surrender no matter how much sweeter the prospect
darkness invites her to come, and rest darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest it assures her that her troubles will be left behind no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind
darkness, the sweet, eternal friend when in fact it would be her final brutal end the temptation to give in, to giver over to the darkness is always present, as her life is in a constant mess
she feels she is drowning in the light no one sees her, no one hears her plight its ignorant bliss she wishes for, craves yet she faces each day anew and always braves
the elements of her life, the constant beaten path she seems to follow from day to grueling day she wishes for a warm welcoming hearth but she always, always seems to lose her way
she is lost, will she ever be found? Will she ever again hear that sweet promising sound of the light that is meant to have and hold yet for her is carries the odor of the dank and cold
the light fades daily, hence the pending darkness its the darkness that always theses days prevails and she is sinking, sinking, sinking down, down further away from this light, for the darkness prevails
Darkness of mind, darkness of soul that which claims both the young and the very old darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend why then do you only bring about, her impending end?