• As she clutches the remaining life released of angst beneath a fallen shadow a remedy shall never be found

    Grasping the roots of the fragile mess above her accursed head, screams echo within the mansion’s halls

    Tears stream in a silent rivulet amongst her confused face

    The enemy taunting her every weakness

    Her every joy

    Shadows dance among the bloodstained walls as she chants the same name under her icy breath

    Pupils disappear as the victim hits the ground of fate between irony

    Distraught and defenseless the disease spreads

    Losing sanity is a fate far worse than death

    A single breath

    A twitch of her hand

    Hair mangled as she lay motionless

    Her eyes continue to stare