She seldom is noticed,
from looks quite common in the same.
But she paints dreams in her head,
more than the ordinary person she would say.
Her mind confused her more than any worlds,
It's a repellent garden of It's own.
A rose surrounded by thorns, a condition of the night,
provoking judge.
If she can't decide it,
how is anyone to?
So just like that she is left alone,
with no one to love, no one to call home.
So she finds herself longing for something that will always be out of reach,
her heart empty.
A Sin in the Moonlight.
