Fate.

She's stuck inside this box.
This cold, angry sadness.
She knows the door is locked.
The thing she fears is death.

Going, going, gone!
Death grabs her heart.
Her eyes become blank shells.
Can medics make her start?

One last time, a gasp.
A shallow, glimmering hope.
But how long will it last?
How long will she cope?

Her breathing's growing shallow.
Her eyes are dim again.
You find it hard to swallow.
You're losing her to Him.

If only you had known,
The time you had was done.
Now you'll always feel alone.
Fate has finally won.