Monday, April 21, 2008

Silent Tragedy

Wind caressing her skin
Sky is dark
Listening to the raindrops,
Tears streaming down.
None she can talk to.
Her chest is about to explode.
Staring into the empty spaces..

Inhaling her last puff from the last cigarette all alone,
She flies
--her own world.

The scar remains there,
She lay herself to bed.
She closes her eyes
--her soul was taken away.

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