The glazed shattered look in her eyes
and the cold heavy-hearted expression
testiment for the deep thoughts inside
which tear up her mind with aggression
Madly she stares at her arms
and her mind horrified and disturbed
those vicious thoughts her weak soul can harm
in her chamber alone with closed door
     
In great silence she sits without calm
A heavy and cold blade still lies
then the powerful blade in her palm
heavy tears flows right out of her eyes
She for sure can take one's breath away
now her sweaty curls cover her life
all of the angels begin then to pray
as her nervous hand raises the knife

In great silence she sits as it's fine
all alone on her bed by the blade
amazing clear pure and divine
she accepts the decay as her fate
The blade's pet on the skin of the maiden
the state of depress isn't calming
the great awful waste sure can madden
beware the moment is coming

Her body is wounded and scarred
the almighty, she calls within sorrow
falls the tool of corruption apart
as the puddle of blood slowly grows  
Slightly fainted she says one last phrase
without breath she is caught in the sleep
not a sign of  her long wasted grace
this time the cut was too deep

The time came and her corpse met the soil,
completely embraced by the dust.
Another tear slowly her friends try to wipe off
the dust alone may have the lust
In great silence she lies in the graveyard
there's no wicked blade by her side
Her body wounded and scarred
the devil seems quite satisfied
On her grave in the deep nights the stars start to shine
the despair dominates as the hope fades to clay
Amazing clear pure and divine
she could surely take one's breath away