a broken promise
for a brighter tomorrow
is a dagger made of ice
it freezes life in the heart
to prolong the killing of the soul
with every day passing by
the light coming from the beacon of hope
fades away in the dark
the poor soul with her head down
gives herself in darkness
she feels some warmth
from her bleeding heart
waiting for the end
on the road leading to her twilight
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