A story untold by simple matter.
One of hurt and pain and corrupted flow,
Leisurely time, a pairing of old.
Then a broken glass window and dreams foretold.
Her time was wasted in these times of doom.
When her paranormal withdrew.
Bones made of hatred, malice, and spite.
With a shattered lung, blood turned white.
The oceans of immune power, I don't understand.
Carried away by broken waves.
Linger, sweet silence my dear.
Ghost haunt with shadowing fear.
A limp body to behold this day,
On the bathroom floor, neck open and cold.
Memory never heard - just pretend.
No one knew; no death to apprehend.
People keep slumping to the beat of sound,
But days remember the day her story died.
Killed, taken, forgotten in time.
Don't leave the day - Her story untold.
