Memory of a Broken Heart

Her pain is strong, she wont admit that the tears she's cried werent counterfeit Real as the air, moon,and stars Nothing new shows but fading scars From time to time they fade into new Blood from the deep comes into view, as it glistens in the sun like snow What is left but for her vains to show? Darkness inside but outside glows? How is that when nothing shows? No emotion in her face, even though her mind is a certain scary place Nothing awaiting but pain, agony, then death Its alright with her as she takes her last breath, free to fly in a life beyond death.