The Darkness

The Darkness, it surrounds her, it consumes.

The fear blinding and swirling around her.

It surrounds her in this place called a room.

Her mind is soon consumed in a dark blur.

The tears have fallen, the blade was taken.

The lips have spoken the final goodbye.

Nobody could save what was too broken.

She had spoken, the final rock-a-bye.

She is now a lost soul, watching, waiting.

Her parents are now broken in despair.

All that was left of her was a painting.

Her friend could never be fixed or repaired.

How could somebody be so blind to their worth.

The darkness has consumed her by its birth.