Flickering Lights

As the sun sets behind the mountain
Of glass, brick and cement.
As the last patches of yellow recede
Down the long winding road.
She comes, the embodiment of irony,
Limping her way out
Of the tribulations of yesterday.
As she stands under the flickering lights.
It's uncertainty is aptly reflected in her eyes.
Irony, as she stands and waits
Patiently, for her predator.
And the clock ticks away at its pace
Gnawing at her face
As she fills her lungs with smoke
And her mind with numbing impatience.
She stares at the street
The wide empty street.
Once filled with unfamiliar faces
Staring, grinning at her.
As she lay ridden with blood and guts.
As she begged for pity.
She stares at that spot.
Still reeking with hints of red.
And as the smoke slowly lifts from her face.
As the light dims down
She slowly fades away into heaven.
The same heaven she came from.
The same heaven we thought she deserved.
A heaven full of nothingness.