She walks alone in a world where she doesn't exist.

She walks in a world where all she hears is depression.

She lives in a world where all she sees is despair.

She can't see the end of the darkened path.

She walks alone in a world where love is no more.

She lives in a world where there is no color.

She wants to go back to reality but no one is there to take her.

Her never ending quest to become something just keeps getting longer.

The black light she fallows is getting darker.

The cloud over her head is getting bigger and she cant take it anymore.

She takes a single black rose and rests it on the ground in front of her.

She feels no pain but slowly drifts of to sleep, never to wake up again.