She lay on the cold grass
The moonlight hiting her pale face
She watched the river sparkiling
Her eyes strayed and looked down at the blood
Flowing from her
Dark and warm
Running into the sparkiling water
Then she started crying again
The whispers in the trees hit her ears
And the girl knew she was slowly dying
Cold rushed over her
Her gashes on fire
Her makeup was faded
And the tear stains were dry
Her only desire was being released from the world
Which had caused her so much pain
Being released from them who had slowly kiled her
She closed her eyes
And it started to rain
The last tear showned on her face
And her last breath came out
She was finnaly set free
