She Cries

Her olive skin is fading into a lighter tone- no one is home to pick up the phone

She’s alone

Her once strong hands become weaker from her touch she shuts out stuff that is far too much 

To Trust

Her crystal blue eyes are dimming like the birds in the skies. No one will realize or empathize with her demise.

She Cries

Now she’s almost black and white and out of spite she just might fight the next demon 

In Sight