Sunday, November 15, 2009


Never thought her life will end in here,
Behind the bars of an empty room,
Dull,gloomy, with blood scent fills the air,
Reminiscence brings her where she starts.
Hoping it was just a dream,
Yet the dream turns into a nightmare,
Bringing her to give her life;
as she took another,
The noblest is the lowest.

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