Withered

Raked out from the snow that day
The girl that was missing on the eve of that day
Perfectly frozen her body was laid
It's seemed like the death's saved her beauty that day.

She's learned to love to hate
Everything dies, passes away.

Withered beauty, crystallized eyes are covered with snow
Frozen from inside - no sign of life.

Her inner pain
Her hurted soul
Her wasted time
For the life she doesn't know!

I grieve for the things
That were lost being loved
Will the hate help me to
Strike them out of my heart?

Her room's left in a state as she just has been gone
Diary left on her bed is alone
“I feel the shame not for the wrong things I've done
But for the right things that should have been done”.

And you will taste the life
Only at a time it's fading away.

Standing on edge, crossing the line, the one fleeting thought
Changes your mind, rescues your life.

Her misty life
Was ended up
When her will to live
Was strong enough but…

I think this day
I did not commit suicide
Is more epochal than
my birthday in my life.

Her feet slipped off the cliff
When she's turned to go
Whirling in the deadly spin
She fell in the hugs of snow.