From the window burst the light
to smother the war the hate and the blight
Forgiveness paid to the good
forgiveness paid to the misunderstood
Subliminal thoughts being pumped into your brain,
Slowly going insane,
As they eat away at your membrane.
As she lays down to take her final few breaths she feels a presence come over her. A dark and beautiful, yet ominous presence. A presence that tempts you to lay down with it and sleep. But with this sleep comes danger. For if one gives in to this temptation they may not realize it’s cold grasp until it is too late.