She screams in silence,
While sitting all alone covered in snow,
She watches the bon-fire crackle and burn,
And a Smokey, dense smell is in the air.
The snow falls on her hair,
Making it seem as if her hair is paper white.
She tries to speak but doesn’t know why,
And she can’t manage to get the words out anyhow,
She begs for forgiveness with a depressing sigh,
She has no idea what to do now.
She tries to remember,
The thoughts of true life,
But all she remembers,
Are thoughts of what being alone feels like.
She accepts her fate with a grieving face,
And she goes home to hide away from the memories,
Without leaving any trace. |
