Killer

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.