She once had a face
but all gone,
The whole thing so insane
As the pain crawls itself
To peel off her reflection
in the rain..

She once had a dream
but all gone,
The whole thing so insane
Alone in her room
to perform the routines
to catch her shawdows
in its pain.

She once learnt to love
but all gone
The whole thing so insane.
she stands by her painting
like the dead, eaten away
in the grave,
alive in her veins.

She used to speak
but all gone
The whole thing so insane
Now only the  voices
around her
not to say a word
as her mind enrages
like a train

She once  had a life
but all gone
The whole thing so insane
Tries she hard,
to learn again and to forgive
her murderer,
asleep in her grave
without a shame.

kashkin