Eyes wide open, a world unfolds,

A fleeting glance, a tale untold.

Whispers linger, shadows play,

The price of dreams begins to weigh.

A voice cried out, sharp as a blade,

The girl stood still, her heart afraid.

She looked around — no soul, no sound,

But felt her stomach twisting down.

The voice returned, a haunting call,

She swayed, then stumbled, began to fall.

Her breath grew shallow, limbs felt weak,

A bitter cry she couldn’t speak.

“The revelation’s here,”** it said,**

She spun, collapsing, struck with dread.

A siren howled, red lights aglow,

The pavement cold, the darkness slow.

She woke, but fog consumed her mind,

A fleeting spark, a chance declined.

Too many pills, too far, too fast —

A breath, a blink — then all was past.

A mother weeps, a flowered stone,

A girl now lost, a heart alone.

They gather close, the mourners stay,

While floods of sorrow steal the day.

Let this be told, her tale, her fall,

The voice of truth ignored by all.

The revelation came too late,

And left us mourning at the gate.