Dying Soul

I am lost inside my head
All is black and white
It feels so numb without the color
Somethings just not right.

It's dreadfully dark in here
I'm wandering without a goal
I think I'm alone but suddenly
I hear a dying soul

The moaning started softly
Until it grew more and more
To screaming full of anguish, torture
And suffering--an inward brutal war.

I went down to examine things
I found what I can't comprehend
The stench of a dying soul and
I saw she could not fend.

The soul was once-beautiful
Rendered by loss and pain.
She dangled by a makeshift noose;
Tears branded on her face.

Dressed in black for her
Own funeral it would seem;
A candle slowly flickering out--
No light for her to beam.

I looked into her fading eyes,
They gazed pitifully back at me.
Her whole being pleaded for something,
The soul's lips were trying to speak.

Her eyes rolled back. She gasped--
Reaching for another breath.
I leaned in listening intently.
She whispered solemnly "Never Forget."

She looked up sadly one last time--
A tear dropped in my head,
The flame went out inside me
And that soul is forever dead.