No, there's nothing wrong with her,

Nothing wrong at all.

The black on her face

Is just eyelashes.

Her attention is needless,

Just tells a story

Right in front of you.

Or is that your back?

Reaching, but you run away!

Skin like a shadow

She's tearing herself apart.

But you, you smile at the remains,

"Oh, you'll be OK."

And you walk away.

Her blood is behind your back,

Blood behind your eyes

Everywhere you can't see.

You're the wind,

Breezing by,

She falls,

She dies.