It seems like this story has been told before,
Yet the life in it seems different from the colours it had before
For she once spoke of a life, its joys and living...
Her soulless life now tells a tale of a child who was...
“Undecided”, she once proclaimed...
Well, her silence has made her forgettable as no one really knows who she was.

She once painted a picture...fading overtime no one knows her story...
She spoke of living colours that stood for salvation
Her lifeless soul looks back on what was and no achievement can be named because she forgot to live...

She believed in the goodness of people...
What goodness is there when they feed on her pain making her disappear
Into the background as their success takes priority....
Their success...it has always been about that...
For she had dreams too.... her dreams enticed the joy of completing dreams...
Hers were shuttered as opportunity was not granted as her sanity was taken away too soon.

She now speaks of a life she once had like she has nothing to live for...
She reminisces on the future she could have had before she even lives it,
She dwells in the graveyard waiting for darkness to come so she can lie awake in her coffin...
“Waiting and waiting”, she says....
“Take me from this misery!” she screams...
Take all this emptiness... the void...and fill it with darkness...
It would be like the spread of venom as she slowly sinks into her deep slumber....
Forgetting who she had been...
She once wrote a story no one read...now her story is seen in hymns sang to remember her existence...
“As the dark angel leads the way, can you hear me.....I need to know...”