You realize you were hanging on but a single thread, dangling down the brink of a cliff as the sunlight slowly haunts you with a promise of hope & tomorrow that never to seem come.
Then the phoenix rises & sees his prey, he grabs on it as quickly as the birds soar on migration day.
That was it. The last beam of glee and a promise of a future to await.
And scorn by misery & regress the culprit being stays inept to being her own kind.
The vast lands matter not a little, cause all the majority fills it with terror and frantic horror.
That was her last ticket for a glimpse of a new beginning.
Of better days and of light shining at the end of the tunnel
The damsel's last cry as she wakes to see the rainbow after the rain.
It was that stream of fresh warmth on a long winter night.
It was what the moment gave and she chose to bit.
Now everything in the world has chosen to fall apart.
Crumbling in every aspect of uncertainty
Of the weary mind that choose to stay awake.
In the wee hours of the morning, she decides to take the nearest exit.