She won't listen

Though she moves tirelessly towards the light, the darkling eyes of madness haunts her. She feels unsteady at this height, his words of sadness taunts her. Despair leaks from her pouting lips, “don’t follow me”, she cries. She feels the passing of time, that shifts, then wipes her tear stained eyes. Teetering on the edge of a crag, the depths below beckon her. The lying words behind her, nag, “One step, one step further”. No, no! she cries aloud, for she may fall too deep. She wont listen, for she has found, She’s better fit to sleep.