running through those sleepless streets

clutching onto these weathered sheets

purple skin and bloodshot eyes

piercing words and shaky sighs

she's got the beauty of an insomniac

meanwhile her heart is under attack

loving you feels like drowning she says

get this fire out of my head

you say stay positive

she have so much to live

but you see these whisperings in her head

tell her "i'm better off dead"

what a shame

what a shame

the disaster in her

what a beautiful misdemeanor

those thoughts in her mind

were those of a gold mine