As evening shaped, she found herself broken to the core. Which sight could bear sustain,
the blackened land of a featureless contour
was like a tract in pain. 

This scene, like her own life, is one 
where many glooms reside; 
toned by its misfortune to a deadly numb..
..emptiness on every side. 

She glanced aloft and halted, pleasureless
to see the contrast there as the rayless clouds seemed unaware, for there exists no solace anywhere.

The merciless self-loathing consumes as she stood. It dealt her silently as one perverse soul misrepresenting stability in graceless mutiny. 
Against the horizon's dim-descernèd dread 
she was hideous, hopeless; better off dead.