It's full circle she sighs
closes down her eyes, shutting ever so tightly
the world that lies above , drawing all visions away
a mixture of pain , highlighting the agony that endures
blinds as it binds her to the reality of it all

There's little to be done
as time wears itself towards what's coming
the shriek of commotion says I'm here
no brokering any more , with allaying delay
as another scream screeches
marking with a shuddering of bloodstained ravage
rage central unbound , blistering the surface
with demands that scar all memories of compassion
tears it up , rends it through

Deadened is the spell that unlocks itself
as all falls into a steadied decay of singleness
there are no more , she reels as final acknowledgement vents itself
arises with a mixture of anger welling beyond natural proportions
sight returning as she slowly claws back her resolve
revealing a nightmare of slain innocence
surrounding her frail form with a mass of hellish distortion
so many consumed in manners that defy any reasoning convention
twisted grief churns , surges through all confines
and she releases the things , that semblance her fury crying foul
nothingness negating the walls nearby
consuming any physical structure close enough to know
the fuller tempest that unleashes all

Silence is broken apart by a shattering of raindrops
caught by a gravity that holds her still
where before was much , now there lies an empty echo
the winds whipping watery tears across her pallid features
washing away the secret thing she possesses
a something that creates
with an aptitude for destruction

R.K.S