She's always sad,

Barely able to bring a smile to her own face, 

Like a move of her muscles would change her emotions

She's always sad 

Black cold eyes 

Brutally beat 

By old rage 

Bruised hate

She never lies.

Still in the cage of her chest 

Leads a hollowed heart 

she never cries.

Bold love too old to hold on 

Wrinkled hands formed wrong 

Like a mirage lost by hunger that left 

a strong statement in her bony figure 

You'd figure by now why her heart 

still beats a rythm

Like a melody which plays 

only with a silent and painful ache 

That would only take her to a dark black hole 

Among the others who'd hearts 

bleed their souls 

For another half to fill them whole 

She never cried.