
HOW QUIET THE FACE OF GOTHIC HORROR
WHERE NO ONE HEARS THE SCREAMS
OF LIFE THATS SHATTERED IN AN INSTANT
THE DEADLY NIGHTMARE OF DREAMS
THOUGH NO ONE SEES THE PAIN INSIDE
THIS FACE THATS ALL BUT DIED
SHE IS THE LONLEY REPLICA
OF A LIFE THATS GONE A RYE
SO SADLY WE MUST LOOK ON HER
AS WHAT WE'VE ALL CREATED
THE HIDEOUS SHELL THAT LEFT OUTSIDE
WHEN THE SOUL IS DEEPLY SEDATED
SHE SITS WITH EMPTY SHALLOW EYES
THEY STARE WITHOUT A BLINK
FOR ONCE UPON A TIME THEY CRIED
NOW SILENT BECOME EXTINCT.
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