At one time, her heart was running.
Now it is at a still beat.
She only had good intentions,
but it all ended in defeat.
She looks outside her window,
feeling like nothing once again.
Her life was going away,
but she still tried to remember when.
She realized it was gone,
so she took a knife.
She hesitated slightly,
but still sliced away with strife.
Her beautiful opal hair fell to the floor,
her skin grazed the rough wood.
With all of the cuts and bruises on her body,
she had suffered what no one should.
It was only a game meant for two,
but it had found its winner.
Bearing the scars of the girl,
Death had just eaten dinner.
And so her story ended,
it was left unknown.
But this was no ordinary story,
this could be one of your own.