The first tear falls down to the floor.
Like the first raindrop,
it warns about an upcoming storm.
Quiet, silent it sneaks through the night.
Destroys everything without even have to fight.
Silverblue moon is reflected in her eyes.
Those empty, hallow eyes.
In the silverblue reflection you will see:
all the hidden pain, living underneath her skin,
and the poisen in her vains, which runs only to kill.
Like a lonely rose in a cold winter day.
Like a writer with no more words to say,
she fades away,
in the late night hours, just before the dawn.
Because no one would like to hear about this nightmare.
This nightmare of her's
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