Death of a Melodic Soul

Her depression drones an endless dirge and proffers toxins, sliding between space that lied between his rhythm and ruin that rejoiced her melodic destruction. Embraced by shadows and loved by not a soul as the phantom consumes the entire light as she lies stripped bare in a grave filled with bones. They whisper their tear soaked songs the intoxicating sweet scent of sorrow, surrounds . Ending so artistry, with the fulmination of stars a supernova be adorn, goodbye to the soul turning to be the artifact of the passage of time only evidence of her condition was the grave with her name itched in bold.