Darkness; reflecting through my glossy eyes.
My heart is limp and broken,
My body covered with
bruises of black and blue.
An empty hand now lies on the wet bed of flowers.
Mascara tears streak my once beautiful face
and for the last time you hold my broken body,
kiss my ice old lips, and whisper ''I'm sorry''.
Then like the wind you were gone
leaving me lying in a field of black withered roses.
