For she is alone,
Amongst the darkness, that is her enemy.
She draws clouds of acid rain to her,
Like a magnet,
And listens on a still wind,
To the cry of a swan's last dance.
She is a shadow,
And real life is not her friend.
A gasping, dying, blueness of spirit,
And the world is lost in her eyes.
The sorrow of her song,
Is a truth that is real.
She cries to a defened universe,
"My heart bleeds,
And I am alone.
When will you,
Rescue me from myself?"
