A melody
True to its tune
Fills up the silent corners
Of dark hallways
Paints her heart
Red with desire
Burns her thoughts
With a deep obsession
Shuts down her sanity
And conquers upon her confidence
Controls her like a puppet
Tied up on sharp thorns
Crimson red drips
As she suffocates
Without a noise
On the yearning
That her wish
Will one day be fulfilled
