her body is fragile
like a doll
she's been played with, abused, and now forgotten
in the lonesome darkness

drifting...
gray fills her mind..
the bright colors fade...

every night in her box
she looks out that window
to watch the moon shrowded in darkness
tears run down her cheeks

she lives from that silver light
face in her hands making puddles,
she looks at the reflection and wants to disappear

her cold eyes watch with saddness,
her heart beats with desire,
her mind spins in frustration.

she cries,"to only see his face...his face"
wishing, waiting, wanting
lifless and lukewarm
dreaming for what she cannot have.

oh but true love waits
true love awaits
imagining and thinking
"what would i do"

the anger, the envy, the grief
consume her dying soul,
that waits for her other half.