She hasn't slept these past few years,
Because of thoughts for you…
And for each dream she starved pursuit
I've been the one to rue.
She's stuck between the doors of time,
As every path was wrong…
You were the one to lead her there,
Hoping it wouldn't take long.
How could you waste her precious life-
That now, alas, is gone?
Trapped… simply breathing isn't living…
A beautiful face turned wan.
Did you think you could get away-
With your slaughter act?
Murder isn't always real…
Just emotionally makes it fact.