We dreamnt of blue skies
We smelled cinnamon in the air
We admitted bitter lies
while combing each other's hair.

We thought of silver and gold
we smelled courage in our sweat.
we said that we would never get old
but that promise was not kept

by me that is...

Forever young and beautiful
like a flower stored in ice
never again treated as a fool
never again choking in your cries

A place in hell is ready for him,
the man who murders with his tongue.
In heaven you might hear his scream
to know that he suffers greatly and for long.

Like a knight you fought to stay
desperate with pills and love.
But their words led you astray,
far away and above.

A memory is all I have,a face that fades in the dark
before they sealed you in that room,alone until the end
saying that my friend is gone and will not come back
because your mind had bent.

And even if you don't exist anymore
let your suffering be a spike to pierce their fame.
so when they pass that wicked door
they'll feel your stress,pain and shame.

This is a story of horror,a story of a girl in tears
who dug her skin with the blade so many times
that lost her sanity in order to relinquish her fears.

(and the ones who were never mentioned
and the ones who stained her eyes,may pay with blood and sweat
for their lies,filth and crimes.)