Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Uninvited

She was so young to want to die.

But here she's dead now on the floor.

I don't have time to reason why,

Having gone through this times before.

When making a move I know that

My residence lasts just so long.

Whatever chosen habitat,

I make my choice, no right, no wrong.

But I was hoping here I'd stay,

So young and pretty she did be.

But I don't always get my way.

My host sometimes just can't take me.

This young female body I had,

I guess my will made her too sad.