The mountain of grey dust
The dull, black version of light.
There was no longer any chance of lust.
For that girl, her dreams were a blurred sight.
Hope seemed to fade deeper and deeper,
As the days drew longer.
Her eyes become heavier and sleepier.
She though there was no chance of growing stronger.
The light at the top moved away,
And it took her happiness with it.
Questions were asked, but there was no say,
She sought help, but it seemed like a revised skit.
There was no way of assisting her,
Even though we tried very often,
But her life faded, no matter how sad she were
And they placed her in a black coffin.
Her 'accident' affected them all,
Especially her best friend
Who thought that she could never fall
But now that she did, her voice now did send.
Even though she appreciated her friend's help,
She had to do what was best
And when she did, her friend gave a loud yelp
For she was now put to the test.
She had a choice now,
Whether to kill herself or to live.
The choice was tough, oh wow!
Death was the choice she would give.
When the time came, I lead her astray
Into a place of heat and sorrow.
I gave her time to think it over on her way
Back to the world where the path was not narrow.
She re-considered and made her choice.
She decided to move on with life.
She never heard or saw my, or her best friend's voice.
And moved on to become a wonderful wife. .
She hid her secret from her family
But the experience haunts her to this day.
The thought stir in her head hauntingly.
And she died later on in God's own chosen way.
