Beautiful once, now no more.
They pained her life, and what for
Bruises lay upon her face.
Her life to fast, like a race.
She was brave, she showed no pain.
But at night, tears flowed like rain.
No coldness was, but she shook.
No one saw, no one would look.
They left her, gasping for breath.
Then at this time, was her death.
You have no heart, not one at all.
You could only have a blackened soul.
Alone he walks, away from his hell.
Those words they spoke still ringing like a bell.
No one has heard his cries at night.
Deeply wishing that it won’t come back to day light.
But the nights always end.
And the days always begin again.
Him hearing the words that pierce his heart.
Asking in his head ‘why did this start?’.
No saviour has appeared to rescue his soul.
Him thinking ‘maybe I shouldn’t exist at all’.
He looks to the stars, trying to find something.
But no sign appears, among the stars still nothing.