Longing sleep.

A beautiful smile,
once reached her eyes.

Now they are filled,

with tears of time.

When one is lost,

the other has to cry.

But why do tears,
have to wash her dry.

She walks a path,

with the reason unknown.

Darkness sneaks in,

creating a lie of its own.

Now she lives in fear,

her eyes tight shut.

She swings her knife,

forgetting whom to cut.

She looks into a mirror,

sees the one.

Who drove her mad,

now he has come.

Death came to her,

she can finally sleep.

In the arms of the man,

for whom she was weak.