Silver lace against her black dress,
she never looked so beautiful,
demented yet so perfect,
she cries tears, black upon her white face,
Hoping that time will stop to listen.


The halls have emptied,
still, she stands alone,
her heart, paper thin and tearing,
too many pieces to count this time,
she gives up on gathering them.


The sun sleeps while she lets go,
just short of daybreak,
she cracks, for what it's worth,
she whispered goodbye for the last time,
as she carved your name in the shadows.


Silver lace against her black dress,
she never looked so beautiful,
perfect in the darkest manner,
and twisted just to know,
that time has finally stopped to listen...