No one mourns
The girl who could not mourn.
No one loves
The girl who could not love.
They can only watch her
Walk in her barren wasteland
Just like she watches herself.
An outside observer,
Watching in though a looking glass
On her own life.
Walk amoung the dead,
The souless,
The ones who have sleep for three million years.
No one pities
The girl who could not pity.
No one can dream for
The girl who only dreams
