The night flew in like a witch upon a broom,
peircing her heart, assuring her doom.
The stars did not shine through the fog of death,
heated her blood, heavy her breath.
Her eyes filled up with long forgotten tears,
as she watches again, her love disappears.
A lie carries sorrow, the truth carries pain,
moans of sadness, hard to restrain.
All she can feel is depression and remorse,
following through on her unchosen course.
She lies there beside her naked soul,
never again will that heart be whole.
Glistening water overlaps her mind,
her life is empty, her heart will pine.
Her soul has been spent,
her only hope went.
How will this repair,
when all she wants is not there?
A dismal truth of unveiling lies,
unwinding a yarn of secret ties.
Her suffering is too hard to bare.
The only one she thought would care,
left her alone in this world of deceit.
The story is long, but yet desrceit.
So now in her fait she will lie.
She rests her head and prepares to die.