She sits alone on a cold stone floor
There're not a window, nor a door
Her mouth is dry as she gasps for a breath.
She is on the elevator of death.
As darkness falls, she lifts her head
She asks the shadow, if she is dead.
Darkness consumes her. Heart. Soul and mind.
The shadow replys ' Now, you are mine.'
Cassie Lee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-elevator-of-death/
