Deceased for Good

She lays on a her back, numb
Oozing fluid out of her body’s rim
A blood stained rose, lies half in her feeble hand
Dropping off on the infected ground
She sighs, she is sweating with cold
Flashed before her dreary eyes
Was the forewarning her old granny had
Whispered into her ears, before she left her cozy nest
Eyes half-shut, splashing vivid colors
Past, present seen with no future
Dreams she once entwined
Came roaring down in seconds
Terrified to her wits, no voice
Senses left her alone with no senses
Mind’s desolate canvas is speckled with broken dreams
Spirit is still wheezing, struggling to be liberated
Soul not hers anymore, yet she longs for it’s resurgence
A caged bird she is now, trying to fly with no wings
No soul, no mind of her own
Only a decaying body, busted into portions
She flutters, she scuffles hard
Chained and constrained to vicinity
Outside her control, beyond her will
Yet gave her best shot, with power drained
From within her entire self,
Agony of distress cheated her supremacy
She had over her life
Wandering, panting, her shadow
Leaves her too with her solemn cries
A tear skidded off her eyes
As she still lays back, anesthetized
By the vampire that sucked
All of her insides, the air, the fluid
And enslaved her soul to the demon of all demons
He engulfed her intact
What is it? She wonders laid back
Is it the guilt hidden deep inside?
Or is it time playing its tricks again?
Or better yet, is it the pain of losing what’s left behind?
Or is it all this and way beyond?
What ever it is, all she knows for sure
He has left her body with soul deceased for good
She’s gone, all that is left is her remains
Poor she, I feel sorry for her
I went closer to pick her pieces
I was numb for it was me, lying their lifeless