laces (finished!)

Alone in the world of broken dreams, of cold and hollow empty sreams. The girl was young and sick of lving, tired of days and nights of giving. her eyes grew dark her heart to stone, ghosts haunted her lonley home. Her hair covered her shadowy face, her body hidden in streams if lace. time went by with no real meaning, no real perpose no real feeling. Empty days and endless nights full of fear and darken light. awoken by the morning sun, the feeling on her face undone. No longer did she want to cope, the loss of love of joy of hope. inside she felt like she was dead, the noises to much inside her head. one day she left and never looked back, her life pushed into her travelling sack.