She sits there in the corner of the darkest room of all..
She never smiles like all the other times before the fall..
But when she looks up at you, you'd swear you feel her pain..
She has a look upon her face that would drive any man insane..

I've seen her once before.. She was happy with a smile..
But that was when she wasn't broken.. It has been a while..
This girl that sits before me now is something of the runes..
It seems that since that day, she has been sitting in this room..

And as she sits she spins a web of sadness all this time..
Surprisingly she has a sense of wretchedness devine..
Her nails grow out like thorns to peirce the very soul inside..
But whenever she comes too close she backs away and hides..

She has been this way ever since she went to the darker stone..
That is where her lover died.. Leaving her alone..
But he wasn't hers to give.. She didn't have a say..
She never said a word to him before he went away..

It's funny how the time can change so many deep inside..
The girl is now a nightmare from the days of when she cried..
A darker stone is in the room with tears of darkest red..
The girl is always quiet.. No words are to be said..

Drip, drop, drip.. Tear, weap, cry..
No more pain.. Keep it all inside..
A rose is on the darker stone and etched on it as well..
The echos in the room are like crying inside a cell..

She holds a single rose.. Inside her little hand..
The reddest fire caught inside the flora mercy grand..
The thorns have drops of reddest tears.. The darkest ones of all..
And as the girl tries to stand up.. That's when the girl shall fall..

And then she fades away.. Back to the darker stone..
Back to her sleeping chamber til at least next year alone..
The echos of her cries are fading.. Nothing left to say..
Until she lives it over.. She lives it every day..