Hidden Within are screaming echo's and lost tears...
From then on, upon the hours of each dark and...
Instead of giving me comfort, Leandro bequeathed...
I know who you are,
Commanding legions of hatred...
Lady so graceful
From the beginning...
Conscious now at last.
On-wards to my never ending past...
With her skin deadly fair,
And her step as light as air...
Twisting and turning
Spindly black...
She takes a deep breath as she stands by the door
Of a casualty fallen from an unspoken war...
I wish to leap over
the apparent horizon...
A porcelain doll sits on the shelf
as a worthless decoration...
No, it couldn't be.
How could it of happened...