THE NEAR END

A short poem

Blood trickles on to white surfaces,

seeps between checkered floors,

as she raises a knife to her throat,

she thinks to lock the doors ,

she takes her final breath ,

in the world as it remains,

she wonders what comes next?

will she be judged and sentenced with chains.

But in this world were she is livings things could not get much worse,
so anything has got to be better then this horrible deadly curse!