WHO'S BURIED IN HER LOVE
Everyday she spends, looking in vain
For the shelter from endless rain:
She falls down and stands up again -
To keep following path of the pain,
And forgetting her hate to the sky,
She keeps on teaching herself to fly,
As she dreams to leave further from lie,
That is secretly making her die,
Like if cutting thin pulsing veins off...
Every nightmare she cries in is half
Of the step to hell with him above,
Him, who's wandering through her gloom mind:
She must find him, but will never find,
Even if he'd be standing behind -
They are enemies in peace and war:
When she's knocking, he's just locking door.
All the hopes aren't now worth living for -
But she feels she can't stop anymore...