The look of Death

This troubled girl

Crying out to nothing in particular

A cramped space she calls a heart

Only beating once in a millennium

Cracked bones turned to dust

Sprinkling into her hollow eyes

Splintering as tears fall

Like big rain drops

Across her pale face

Break downs wrack the body

Of this human shell

Rocking it like a lifeless doll in the wind

Is she human? Really?

  Is she even there?

Conjured up like a haunted dream

The grays turn to black

Into a deep void of life

Darkness, the embrace of nothing

But the feeder to harbored feelings

Pain, hurt, and grief

Death

The ultimate end of life

Death

The everlasting guarantee

Death

The light of warmth in this empty shell

The relief of a hard lived life

The relief of living

The last cry from badly broken lips

Let the bitterness of life

Come to a sweet, sweet end

Into the last stage

Until the last light wink out in

Death

So you see

She must be human

For in order to achieve

The sweet relief of death

You must first go through

Something much harder

Living