A days end, Middle and beginning

Right now at this time…

A soul floats
coursed with pain it has no freedom
no place of belonging
no one to miss the possesor of the soul
except one…

A few hours before…

the possessor is lying on the bed
blood rushes through her
running out
out of time
out of life
the light is off
better to mask the horrid reality
speically to those who first walk into her lair
the sands in the hour glass runs out
her life has ended
her soul, trapped in the room

Earlier that night, in the evening…

So much pain coursing through her heart
The blade is thrusted deep within
No release from it
From the melancholy songs that thrumes through her blood
From the constant anguish she feels
A neverending song of heartache and failure
False truths, dreams and loves cloud her vision of truth
That one does love her…
Too late she realizes…
She musters the energy to devote her everlasting love to him
Signed and sealed with the last kiss she will ever give

Earlier that day…
Men are so fickle
Love you now
Love you never
Love me please? She cries
Did you ever love me? Escapes her lips
Clear blood spills from her eyes
Glass shatters
Her heart has broken
Million of pieces of her heart fill her eyes
Loves failed
Farse hope given
The dagger entices her hand
Lonliness, misery, and hate become her companions
Dire of need and no one to save her
Help, Her subconcious calls
Don’t! Says the angel
But nothing is heard but the boy’s refusal
The refusal she heard throughout life
Such a life it was
The dagger plunges and blood spills