• Deep in the mass of mist
    A creature lie within her

    Breaking free, she runs soaringly
    Running,
    Running,
    Running,

    Stop.
    Her mind turns blank.
    The pictures dissapear.
    Surrounding her
    is nothing.

    Knees trembling.
    Lips quivering.
    A lust of golden locks
    brushing against the decrepit tree.

    Falling,
    Hitting,
    Breaking,
    Shattering.

    Her heart is no more.
    Never will it be.

    Fighting for forgivness,
    Never will it give

    Never will it live.