She sits alone in the corner of her room,
Darkened by her despair and gloom.
And in that darkness she can see,
A glint of silver and a disaster to be.
The knife beckons like a siren's song;
She'll be consumed by darkness before long.
Across the room, she walks to the sight;
She can almost glimpse the burgandy sight.
Testing her finger along the blade,
A single drop of blood is made.
Before her dreaded deed is done,
A note is to be left for her loved one:
I'm sorry.
Her final blow has been made,
Into Eternal Darkness she is bade.
And in the dark of her cursed hole,
Shines the fading light of her Soul.