Despair 
she can hurt 
she can kill
she moves around draped in saddness
and dripping with death
her footsteps are not heard 
but rather, seen 
only by some 
she is the shadows of hope 
the darkness of day 
and the thunder of spring
her hand grips your heart
and makes you fall
plumetting towards a shallow pool
of dreams
she pushes you
into a warm puddle
of bloody silence
and hopelessness
pulling you closer
yet pushing you further away
she whispers the screams of youth
and hollars the the silent cries of age
pulling your soul into deep, black water
shoving you off the edge
so that Death can wrench you away


					fuchsia