A Life of Madness
She lives in a world of her own
where no one can reach her soul
alone in a solitary room
she sits on her bed and stares at the wall
This is what she always does
from morning till evening comes
and when she lays in bed at night
she looks into space with an empty glance
I wonder what demons lurk in her head
that drown her soul into such abyss
where despair, sorrow and darkness dwell
and made her lost the will to live
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