Slipping into the abyss
cold darkness,
consuming every inch
of her soul.

He watched her
he waited for her
silent as a cat,
stalking her prey
quick,
like a shadow in the night,
disappearing

The darkness consumes
her soul
while the sick, soulless.
Snatcher of the night
ripping her from
everything she loves
everything she knew

Cycle of time
stopped dead
in the dead summer day

The seconds go by
minutes turn to hours
hours to days
days to months
months to years
all lost to the past

Each night,
the snatcher of her soul
drains her emotions

she is a walking corpse
no emotion
no care
just there.

The scarlet liquid
dripping from her soft pale skin
drip, drip, drip
in a rhythmic tune
lulling her to sleep.

A disgrace to society
disgusted by friends
disowned by her parents

Slipping into the abyss
cold darkness
consuming every inch
of her soul

She has found her home
a safe place to be
the pain
gone

she lives under a willow tree,
flowing in the breeze,
underneath the cold dark earth

in her bed of decay