just here wating 4 u to get on, my life has been weird lately, not much to say, but a lot 2 write. She was there, still, weak, alone, and questions floating. The window opened, and the wind brought every suffer she had lived before. She stared at her image, and she wasn’t afraid, cuz everybody was buried, and there wasn’t anyone left. Her love had fainted, so her hopes, she had no touch, no kiss, no hug. The cuts didn’t heal, the wounds were deep, the song of sorrow, sang in every breath. Everything was senseless, but she wasn’t confused, she just held the knife, and let her soul to sleep. The steel pierced her flesh, and her soul started to cry, and the dying tears burned, the dying tears drowned. But now the pain wasn’t dull, the hazy eyes were clear now, she didn’t feel no whip, she was no more cold. Now she sees her love, now she has his touch, so his kiss and his hug. Now she’s no more flesh, she has no more blood, cuz she found a way to turn her wounds into dust.