Her heart cold as ice it lay
The eve’s howling raged on.
People, frantic they run
But she lay a statue.
Her lips grey and lifeless
Just like her heart.
They try to save
The beauty she once was.
When night came to end
They pretend her fate wasn’t so.
Sadly my darling,
I can’t help my cheerios expression.
We don’t get to choose our demise.
But when your time comes,
Remember my love.
You will be next.
