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Published: May 2008
Bursting with life
As a criminal tomb
Continue panning closer
As the cheap wood desk comes into sight,
While the hanging light sways and flickers
Then gives in without a fight.
Lightning flares, and thunder screams
Illuminating the chamber.
A faint, subtle drum in the distance
Supplies the scene with a hint of danger.
Again the lightning flickers,
This time drawing notice to a face.
Her features look worn, like she's been through a lot
Her eyes share the memories she can't erase.
And sitting on the table,
The note seems to offer another chance.
One that the girls not willing to take;
Exhausted of dancing life's dance.
So, neatly folded, it stays in its place
While the girl's giving up her own.
A tear falls unheard to the floor
As she remembers the hostility she's shown.
Her thoughts turn back to a once great friend;
In her depression, the leading role.
"I never meant to hurt you." she whispers
"I'm so sorry, Nicole!"
So with tears of guilt and regret
And a strength she didn't know,
She plunged that blade so deep into her heart
Broken just three weeks ago.