As she lay there

As she lay there, it all made sense
ready for the inevitable - sorrow pierced her heart.
Greed the fickle master and Pride, his shallow companion - chased her soul to the depths of despair -
fuelled by her thoughts, driven by her actions.
Time wasted, elusive dreams, haunting her passage to the Afterlife,
Regret surfaced, she smiled - At last a familiar face,
and as she lay there, it all made sense.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Why is it so much easier to write depressing content regardless of your state of mind.

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