In this world she is useless.
Her Mind is confused
It only has chaos and death

Her dearest thoughts
Become dirt inside her head,
It becomes into ashes slowly
Killing her softly and gently.


Birth is her death and the death itself is her rise
From the dark ashes upon the fallen skys.

This is a Cruel World, not meant to her
Not to the sensitives ones
Who cry on the dark room of the deep feelings
And lonely creatures of the night.

Poor girl, doesn´t know
That everybody knows
That one day
All the pieces
Will fade away...


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