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Such immaculate wonders of furious night


There was never a point to her sorrow,
people told her she should just feel better.
She felt such shame everytime she cried,
as if she could control the tears...

Barely a week after she started wailing,
the ultimate betrayal hit her like a slap in the face.
Admitted, to what? Where am I admitted?!
Why do I have to leave?! Where are you taking me?!!

It was never revealed who signed the papers,
who told the lies or who validated the words.
But... after a while... a month, a year... two...
Happiness, or the closest drug-version of it appeared.

She was freed in the springtime,
the birds was singeing for her as she walked out... smiling...
She was smiling still when they cut her down...
Not one soul dared to look at her at the funeral.

... they said she was cursed... best left forgotten...
Just another mad woman in the wild...
not our fault, me... who was she anyway?
Why are you asking?! What the hell are you saying?!
Just... stay silent... don't make a fuss...

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Publicerad 2008-03-11 23:42



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