A cyclone takes the bright shinning light and breaks it into nothing.
The venom is prevailing over her hope.
She hoards her pain inside of her that slays her,
leaving sharp lacerations to her mind.
She is willing to deteriorate for the weakness,
giving it full control.
There is nothing left inside of her to keep her secret, nothing to call her own.
It rises to a tyranny, not allowing her to act for herself.
She is fading fast, forever gone in an infected grave.
A reflection stands before her,
a desecrated body that she cannot repair.
The light she shared with the world was a tragic flaw that led her to her destiny.
She saved the world with her angelic light,
and she slowly died inside.