Golden hair... and blood on the wall.

Dolls on the bed, covering cigarettes cans.
Empty bottles to reach and smell of burnt babies spreads in
the room.
Though, they say life.
Black tight tights. Perfume diluted in water, not to waist
money.
On the closet still you can see the engraving of the high
from when she was 10. But on the heart there is nothing any
more.
He's cold, beating and full of dust.
She's dreaming blue, not to see dark.
Imagining and laughing. In the head there's all, ready for
the day, give a sign! Let me freel!
But no... she's not a kid. She doesn't cry.
Though, she says silence.

Though, I say death.
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