| noiselessly through the cracked window | ||
| featherlight in icy white | ||
| in from the gray winter afternoon | ||
| she enters her apartment's exile | ||
| her heart craves mercy | ||
| forgiveness is her dream | ||
| ashamed and lonely | ||
| she glides up towards the beam | ||
| a life she had taken | ||
| she stares now at the body | ||
| her only possession | ||
| it lay still and bloody | ||
| the gunshot she fired | ||
| straight into her head | ||
| it seemed right then | ||
| she was abandoned and spent | ||
| pleading to the heavens | ||
| she cries out to be freed | ||
| but no respite will she find | ||
| as she drifts on aimlessly | ||
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