Even she can no longer see
that sadness has taken all over me.
My lonely spirit slowly dies;
my graceful eyes tell only lies.

My stars of light fall one by one.
An unseen fight suppresses new dawns.
As sparkling tears improve my form,
a misleading smile became my norm.

To make you see how pretty I can be
when I cry, and I cry, oh I weep endlessly.
The misery that chokes and swallows me deep.
To this chasm I fall every night when I sleep.

A creation of this depth kiss.
A black fog in the bottom of this abyss.
Constructing new chaos
for my ancient gathering of ethos.

Now in cold mirrors I get,
and now I can see I am all in one set.
The pieces of me are now whole.
No more I scream some of a silent call.

Oh pieces of my face,
I walk still in the same old trace.
I look, and I am still sad
but a triumph I demand

because with
beauty
of sadness
I shall always amend.