Lost In the Storm of Life

EXHAUSTE AND TIRED OF THE FIGHT WHEN DID SHE BECOME SO LOST FORFEITING IN LIFE SHE WORE A MASK TO CONCEAL ALL OF THE PAIN SHE KEPT DEEP INSIDE EACH OF THE MARKINGS ON HER SOUL WERE UNIQUELY INSCRIBED HER FAVORITE HOUR WAS WHEN THE CLOCK HIT MIDNIGHT EVEN SHADOWS OF HER SECRETS COULD NOT BE DETECTED UNDER A STREET LIGHT HER DELETERIOUS BEHAVIOR WAS BEYOND HER CONTROL HER ONCE WARM HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS SLOWLY BECOMING GLACIAL AND COLD YEARNING FOR GUIDANCE ANYONE TO STOP THE INTERNAL BLEEDING THAT WOULD SOON LEAVE HER LIFELESS INEVITABLY DISAPPEARING AN EVANESCENT MEMORY OF HER FACADE WOULD BE ALL THAT REMAINED THIS LOST SOUL WAS A STORM NOTHING MORE THEN A SHORT LIVED HURRICANE