Her Demise

She feels sick with death,
All her failures are colliding as one.
Her dreams have become distant memories,
Things once held close, but have come undone.

She cannot mend the tears that have fallen,
And too late to make her wrong-doings right.
Time it seems is an endless machine,
Moving through darkness and straying from the light.

She feels neither innocent nor guilty;
Neither content nor sad.
She does not even know what she feels anymore,
Forgetting everything she once had.

Her eyes are a dusty gray,
Her grim expressions are now faded.
Crusted with aging tears,
The life she once had is now jaded.

With no strength left in her,
She is wasting away into cold stone.
With no ability to feel the fear,
She feels so dead right to the bone.

Like a machine that is no longer needed,
She is shutting down to her bitter demise.
With nothing left to give to the world,
She fades away, drowning in her lies.