a queen of envy slain a princess of broken hearts will she be missed she walks with her head in sorrow behind the face of content perfection lay forgotten hopes and love what was love merely a forced and faintly present emotion that left her empty inside she covers the veracity written so plainly on her face how can no one see or do they only keep silent for gained association all these lifeless emotions put on with such an art the thin line between real and pretend wears thinner after each dying night so little remains real so much like a dream was this death an imagination could tonight be real was she already dead....