She took to the street, cold and barren
A wretched odor from a hidden abyss, that none could see

Filled with unseen offerings,
rotted and never accepted
Stagnant pools of tears, left alone

A wall of refuse surrounded her abyss,
Keeping all good, all bad, at bay

All who approached, dare not look her way
But one, offering an inch of solace
Stood still, extending nothing more
She grasped and clawed for what she saw as a mile of tattered hope and love

She offered up her finest jewels in plight

Words in and out, without meaning, without truth, without sound

The abyss grew, grinding the jewels into meaningless dust
He withdrew his solace as the abyss clawed at stealing his heart

Wilting, withering, the abyss claimed her final thread of hope
Attached to her soul,
It unraveled and drew her in
For none to find