Went Out.

Her light went out.
She no longer about.
Her life's spot now dark.
Not even a lively spark.
The fat lady has sung.
Now death she is among.
Born to die.
What is the point, why.
You build a life.
Then it stabs you in the back with a deadly sharp bladed knife.
I rest my case.
Her i praise.
Her light went out.
Life don't mean nought.