The washing sways due to the stormy gale.
Faint fluorescent kinks and becomes pale.
Serenity's light fades as dusk prevails.
Pestering light bulbs glint continuously.
Her windows open and close to the sound of the wind.
Death, life's nemesis shows its presence.
Bits of crystals shimmers with her blood,
and its lingering scent stretch.
She perspires in agony,
time rewinds in slow motion,
as her pain is replayed simultaneously.
Emotions intensify with anxiety.
A tragic event with no remorse,
and feeds on the helpless souls.
Like a car steering out of balance,
off the road and bashes deep in the woods.
Configuring the notion of its occurrence,
through the laws of motion.
Resounding sadness without sight of happiness.
Fathomless in the forests, I hear her screams echo.
That pretty ugly moment she perceives her own end.
Left with a torn heart she can't mend.
As teardrops let loose from her eyes,
like raindrops fluttering from the sky to the floor.
This has become her worst nightmare,
and the best for her death as it prances on her grave.
