It is not every day,
That one is truly enlightened...

The fire from her shadowed eyes,
Burns deep inside her soul...

To see an ounce of happiness in her eyes,
Or to find a hint of truth in her smile...

How can it be
that one can have two homes...

''Ice is broken,
Triggering relationships of remembrance...

The bitter wind whipped harshly against her gentle...
Making her body shake, lips quiver...

Inheritor of passion,
Laden with its depth of brutality...

Leaves crunch underneath her faltering feet,
The noise almost inaudible against her pounding...

Watching the water flow down to the drain,
A steady flow of blood washing away with it...

Do you notice the signs?
Look for the pain in her eyes...

The black ceiling gives her no answers,
Yet her eyes stay fixed upon it...

Secrets of her life,
Hidden, engraved in her flesh...