An irresistible force drew her, she had made her pick
She was drawn to it, like it was magnetic
Mental peace was all that she did seek
Gilded is the tomb, but there are worms underneath
How could something this right be so wrong?
One small puff and to it she belonged
She never let go like a mother clinging to her child
Whatever happened to an innocent soul so mild?
The barrow was running smoothly till the wheels came off
The deep craving for oxygen, it started as a cough.
It might have seemed like a matter sitting on the fence
But when the cancer starts, it's of little consequence.
She knew that it was a habit to escape from the darkness.
But why didn't she realize she was running toward the wilderness?
There is no obvious answer to every question
She sighed as her life reached it's final destination.
