She came to die while I was dying,
She came by night and alone,
I could not see her eyes,
cuz' her hair was down.

She never spoke with me,
She just curled and froze,
I did not learned her name,
but she was like a cup of ***.

She twitched sometimes,
She felt pain and anguish,
I just sat there waiting for Death,
but she was already dead.

She came to die while I was dying,
She sang lullabies to the Moon,
I only hold her in my hands,
until the morning broke with gloom.