She knowes the feeling that I long to feel
Her presence dislodges all pain and suffer
She's the life's thief but robs us of only the misery of living.
Friends of suicide, cowards, are those who fights against her
Those who can deny the coward inside him, will be the hero.
She lives in the cemetery
where her children wake up from the nightmare of life
She feeds herself with the depression of life,
with hate and with fear.
She's a woman whose beautiness is undescribable.