She sees only dark.
It is overwhelming.
She feels only dark,
Slowly suffocating.
Her soul is aching,
Marked by dark,
It is dying.
The darkness is winning.

Withering she is living,
And this darkness is with her.
But now they are one.
It is within her.

No matter how she is growing,
What she is doing,
No matter her laugh or her grin,
The darkness is in her.
And oh, it is grim.