 | Tears fall to the beat of a song,
A steady rhythm lasting too long,
The face grows red, the heart goes cold,
The story of her life is more than untold,
The tears make a track of hurt down her cheek,
She's living in darkness, slipping too deep,
Her dreams she once knew fall dead among fears,
They can't see the pain, even through all the tears,
Sitting at her desk, her heart bleeding through phrases,
Looking out the window, sky with black clouds and hazes,
The thought of a new day frightens her soul,
She's falling, dying, inside this bottomless hole,
Now, fallen too far, no one can reach down that deep,
Can't bring herself up. she is much too weak,
There she'll remain, making it her new home,
... But all of her life she's tried to prevent being alone.
Loneliness, A feeling of the devil.
Sometimes the devil rules us all |  |
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