The Last Song

She had black marks all over her back.
She woke up another day and saw it spread over her arm.
She was devoid of her patience,
She was devoid of her charm.

As if someone was engulfing her.
In a dark place where she did not want to go.
Like a devil was compressing her throat,
To an eternal suffocation.

Where all she had was three years.
Not even sure of that life span.
A few days ago her life was on hold.
Now she thought how fast it ran.

As her bruise spread over her body,
She saw her death near,
Dying every single day slowly,
Yet hiding her pain beneath her smile.

She held her step and walked along,
She counted every seconds that were gone.
She still made her every second her last.
Moreover it was her last.

Never did she knew that saving life of someone,
Would cost her, her own life.
She would now die alone.
Due to a gruesome death.

She had dreams incomplete
Which now she didn't know where it lead.