the gentle mascara that moulds her eyelashes clings to the white pillow cases a mixture of doubts and heavy breathing underneath the suffocating sky awakens an ancient feeling within her damaged heart head swaying, shaking back and forth piercing the night sky with her pained screams yet no one comes to her rescue no one attempts to once hold the dying woman as she spends her time watching her empty life like a tragic movie every moment after wretched moment 16 years that had 99 issues and 1 solution that she could never attain she was never able to be okay the gun now speaks a somber song of love and death and immortal happiness when the pain is vanquished and the night becomes still that is when her soul will leave this world and all you'll have left is a childish laugh and a mascara stained pillow.