Pitch Black

Everything was too much
For her to take.
The pain was unbearable,
Physically and emotionally.
She would give anything for peace and quiet.
Then, a man willing to trade
Peace and quiet for her body and her soul
She gave it,
"Anything other than this crummy life", she thinks.
The deal was done.
There was nothing but pitch black.
The pain was gone
It must be swimming
In the endless stream of nothingness
But so was she.