Swift Sentiment

Gently by her bedside
She grasps upon her skin
Her fantasy lies beyond eternity
But simply suicide within

She dreamt of a love,
Pure heaven away from hate
Skies of compassion
Where loneliness was rest,
And chances were no longer just fate

She gashes her veins and movingly lies down
But she never forget his name
Magic spells and silver caskets are all now that keep her sane

Death felt ready
But almost gone astray
She felt the ease of numb
Except not at all the trace of pain

She waits for the day where she can fully hide
But follow in the darkness of swift
And drift with the intellect of how it really feels within.