I'd watch her at a distance
Her lean petite body not as confident
as she seemed to be.
Her smile didn't quite reach her ears
and her laugh seemed to be strained.
Her hair falling loosely in front
of her Latin skinned face.
The strands covered her striking black eyes.
So people couldn't see the pain inside.
I couldn't yet reach her.
She seemed to get farther away,
fading.
Her heartbeat slowly sinking.
She was falling.
Into a new world.
A mad one at that.
Her soft, pale hands played softly against the guitar strings, playing a
gentle melody.
Her beautiful soul.
Which was slowly dying,
would be treasured.
"Nevermore"
Who is this hidden creature,
beyond the wall?
Tis is me and nothing more.