The Eye-She Flies

Never to see the world on her side.  
Only to breathe the never ending blood.  
Though tears she does not elapse.
Pain like a faerie ripping off its wings.
The eye, they cry.

Dark death flying into her soul.
As hair like veins flows in the ceaseless wind.
Black coming into her heart.
Covering up her body her mind.
The eye, they cry.

Shriveling up under the depths of water.
That would be her tears if they flowed.
Or the blood that leaked onto the floor.
As they watched her die, gone forevermore.
The eye, they cry.

As her heart paced those last witless beats.
Before her world disappeared into the falling sky.
She thought of flight and how it might change her life.
If she was alive,  if she ever was alive.
They cry, she flies.