She writes life on one corner
Closes her eyes to see the vastness of the world and beyond
The view offer her thousands of emotions, hundred of words
She listed and rhyme them all
She fill it with magic
She writes life at 3am's
Where the world's asleep
And souls were deep
Melancholia will hunt her conciousness
The darkness and the silence of the night
became home to her
Her demons will slowly come out from her
making her scribble those words
