the black laces to her heart
fall like ashes in the wind
her eyes so cold
like pools without reflections
she's like a withered lost soul
missing fragments of her being
wondering aimlessly
just waiting
for a chance to catch a glimpse
of the face that took her life
he's so beautiful, and she can't resist
to give him everything she has
and she'll keep falling
left every time to pick up the pieces
He doesn't care, and she knows
but she's strangled in his grip
and he'll keep taking til there's nothing
but ashes of her heart
that are blown away by the wind