Alone in the dark room
With nothing but thoughts-inflicted wounds
Painstakingly whispering the prayer
Before the declaration of game over.
Before spreading the hazmat
None of them let her wear gas mask
Heard the whirling of the roulette
The metallic bang of the gun’s barrel
Saw the withered flowers on bouquet
As the life went decayed.
Everything went light
Then hazardous thoughts subside.
She internally died but externally, alive.