There she walks with eyes wide open,
There you see she hasn't spoken,
Then she stands her heart now broken,
Did you ever think you were her token?
Now she lays with tears in eyes,
With sleepless nights and burning lights,
Took the time to remember your lies,
Stepped outside with hands of knives.
Out there she is now lost a soul,
Without regret what she has told,
The tears ran down so gladly bold,
For you to see you've killed her soul.
The knife, her hand, the heart it hits,
Like a man on man the fighting fists,
She feels alone with all misfits,
Wishing now you'd see her wrists.
Blood from heart runs through her veins,
Only to find the path restrained,
The fight she keeps without a brain,
The heart leads on she's lost in vain.
Watch her fall in tears for you,
As the blood drips thoughts so new,
Given up she looks towards you,
"I've lost my pride and faith in you."
Left behind her body falls,
Only to see you stare her down,
She fell back you tried to help,
You're too late this is her fate.
Now she's gone you miss her so,
Now you regret leaving her soul,
Though now too late you've seen her go,
It's thanks to you she's lost us all.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
A short story for the audience
