A Mild Case Of Death

Walking alone

Hearing a song

My beating heart       

Two faces apart

The questions are up

And I go on still

The emptiness my soul to kill

A girl apart

And lost on her own

Afraid of death, of life, of one

Only her self has broken apart

A mild case of death for her beating heart

The pain, the shame, the endlessness

And her heart ceases to exist with neglects kiss

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