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It's raining and so her eyes, wrapping herself with a blanket to warm her grieving heart. Her hands shaking - hoping you'll hold it 'til the end. She whispered in the dark for you to come back, but you are long way gone. She's in the dark again, but you never care. You told her it's nothing - but honey, it's not. Why deny she's in pain? She's asking for your help, but what did you tell her?  "It's not a cry for help, but only seeking attention." So now, blood runs no more in her veins. The blanket she wraps around is soak in red and rust...  It's too late now, she has said her goodbyes.

She walks down the aisle, Wearing black and without a smile. Flowers do not bloom that time, And in the dark the dead rise. Her eyes were red, and her lips were violet. She wished to wake, But she's chained to a bed. Her cries drowned the night. And the stars mourned for her. Six feet underground she lies, With flowers in her feet. One last kiss she received, And she is forever forgotten.

She lied in bed, Waiting for sleep. Yet, it was sadness who came, Bringing tears in her eyes. She asked why? But there was only silence, Making it a lot worse. She wished comfort would come, But instead loneliness approached.