With her mouth locked, with her eyes closed
Neither lies nor truths could be known
When she blindly searching where her heart might be
Her body starts to limping, broken into pieces
She is the incompletely soul
Dying and accompanied by a creepy doll
She saw the light among the dark
The dark is the shade
The shade is a deceiver
A grimy haunting death reaper
Hopes to find another ways out
That she found many roads have been blocked
O justice, how can she sue her destiny?
No thing called God in her, but only a faith
A dead faith she considers as alive and sparkling
She went home empty-handed
Made no choice from options-offered
She found emptiness, she got back her consciousness
Her life has been a total fake
She got n.o.t.h.i.n.g to take, nothing has been made
She screams in a sacred silence
Makes a monstrous voice from her injured throat
She’s slowly turning to a deaf
And going to be a broken-winged half-life senseless angel
The people’s everything
Who gets ______________
~G~
PS: I’m sorry… I wish I never have to chose
