Warm, humid night breaks
after the dusky golden glow of sunset.
But concerned words spoken harshly
chill to the very midnight black of night.
She's taken so much today
she can't help but dread more.
Yet out of the mouth of the one who gave her life
it comes to haunt her later,
those concerned but phrased wrong words
spoken so harshly as to pierce her core
and let her soul bleed to death,
cold and alone on the roof.
There is nothing to mark her passage
through the time she spends 
dying her soul's only death.