A women stands on the edge of forgetfullness.
A love once felt so deep now lays shattered at her feet.
Blood now drips from her fingertips.
Love never to be felt again.
In the darkness of her mind she sees his face.
A face she has never touched and now never will.
A love felt so deep that pain of its loss is too great.
Empty be her hope. Gone be her will. The future is no more.
Spirt broken and crying out for salvation. Look to the confert of death.
Realease from pain. A kind heart cut down by a crule world.
Gone be the mind of inosects.
When promuses made are broken.
Gone be the treasure that was forgoten.
Remember not the death but remember what had lived.
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