Death Waits..

If I could find the perfect song
It would tell a tragic and beautiful story
Of a fallen spirit brought back to life
The incarnate itself, in the flesh...
But upon closer inspection, you'll find
Far from human is the creature that remains

If I could find the perfect song
No words would be required
For its listener to hear the story
Interwoven through her chords and crescendos

If I could find the perfect song
It would tell you of a girl
Who was blessed and cursed in many ways
An angel in disguise, and what a clever mask she wore.

Sent from heavens afar, she is a dreamer.
She is careless and carefree, with the world at her feet
She sees with unmatched clarity
The pain and beauty that simultaneously covet the earth

So often is she torn between her dreamworld
And the one the rest of the humanity seems to belong to
She relies not on materialistic goods or political standards
But instead, on hope for a love so profound
Even the Goddess Aphrodite would find herself envious

But she is met with an impossible task
That of facing her crossroads..and choosing the correct path
One that doesn't lead to her demise, her defeat, her demoralization...
And to her death.

Every path seems to lead to the same tragic ending
The few fleeting moments where the love she sought
Seemed more reality than fairy-tale
Were quickly cauterized by the flames of deception.

Will she ever know the truth? Is she living blindly
While the rest of the human race mocks her naivety?
Or is the world itself blinded, while she remains
The sole interpreter to the sorry fools who inhabit it?

At last, she has chosen her path
Her mind and soul are awakened
In a sense almost surreal to our nature
Her fears are sustained and realized
Her doubts...fulfilled

For she has ended herself, committed mortal suicide 
Leaving her spirit soulless and empty, in tangles.
She breaks down from the inside out
The devils begin to consume their fresh feast

She lies cold, motionless and nearly frozen to the touch
A pulse of such small decimal it appears nonexistent
A flicker of an eyelid, a twitch of a finger
Through the darkness, some dismal recollection
Of a life, a love, a hope she once had...not so far from reach
Even now as she turns to ashes
Some part of her still sees the world
Part of her feels the warm embrace she so longed for

You might just see her in the dark, if you look long and hard enough.
She's not so strange to you, this fallen angel of love..
She will have her vengeance
And to her murderers, beware...

Hell hath no fury as a woman scorn. Or so they say..

If I could find the perfect song
It would be titled, "The Perfect Death".

She, the lost diamond, remains but a glowing ember in the flames of defeat

Her heartbeat fades, barely a murmur
Forever lost, forever here
A faint light through her mists
No, hope is not lost yet.