Eternal

The darkness surrounded her,
Enclosing her in its cold arms,
Fingers raising bumps as they ran down her back,
Imprisoning her,
Mutating her.

She was no longer herself,
But a shell,
An image of what she once was,
And she hated it.

Unable to stop the fear,
The hatred from ruling her,
She did it.

Holding the razor tight,
She drew it across her wrist,
The blood seeping,
Crawling,
Creeping down her arm,
Over ther fingers,
And dripping to the floor.

Drip.

Drop.

The cold drew closer,
Curling itself around her heart,
Blocking out anything as she finally passed,
She was gone.

She was no more, yet...

She Is Eternal.