Thirteen

She dreams of everything beautiful

A fragil stream

White Roses

And trees that bear fruit

Then darkness falls over the sky

The stream flows with rage

As if its angry with God

The roses turn black and shrivel

The fruit falls from the trees and spoil

She hears a voice

Thirteen Days

Thirteen Nights

Thirteen Hours

And

Thirteen Lives

It lingers in her ears

Darkness coils around her

She's falls into a sleep

She can't wake up