A lonely figure in the crowd,
Her face covered with an elegant shroud.
She grants a smile so sweet and true,
a dazzling and perfect wonderful view.
The dainty laugh she shares and gives,
has held so many as her captive.
But when you look straight into her eyes,
You could see a dismal lie.
Of all the glee she shared and showed,
behind it all a different song echoed.
An internal struggle, an everyday war,
a painful wound, an eternal scar.
Sadness takes over her soul,
Her smile, her laugh, it slowly stole.
A scream she made for all to hear,
But no one listened, the demon sneered.
“No one will ever look your way”
“Your soul I will have, for me to play.”
“And when I have my fill of games,”
“Your soul I will burn in hell’s bright flames.”
A lonely figure in the crowd,
Her face covered with an elegant shroud.
But deep inside she slowly dies,
As she gets buried with her beautiful lies.