She was cold and hollow

Waiting on a time that could heal tomorrow

The fire drew vivid lights behind her eyes

But in the end

Where it was onceā€¦

She dies

She felt betrayed by the pain

Suffered through sleepless nights

With nothing to gain

Where she was once

She will never be again

It was her friend

When the nights were most dark

And the liquid death would shoot through her

Like a solitary spark

Where she was once

She will never be again

Like a sullen Jack in the box

In a padded cell surrounded by clocks

She was once a martyr

Held captive rain

Where it was once

She will never be again

-Olivia-