She walks alone,
With Darkness in her heart...

I stood silent,
As she walked out of the door...

Deep down,
Low down...

She walks in the blackest of nights,
Blossoms falling around her...

Why do we always do this?
We joke, we play...

People say the moon is lonely,
but at least she has the stars...

A drop of sweat,
Running down my face...

One time,
Last time...

I clutch my head,
Gasping at the pain...

I pray to God,
That on day she will stop...

Her wavering smile,
A mother's pursed lips...

She sits at the table,
Waiting for her to arrive...