5 November 2012
Her golden hair cascading,
Flowing down her back,
Her bright blue eyes are fading,
There is something she lacks,
A silver heart is beating,
Deep within her chest,
Silver cogs creaking,
They never stop to rest,
It was wound up at birth,
To last a thousand years,
All her life is worth,
Is a thousand tears,
She is now one hundred,
All she knew have died,
Cold blood runs down her head,
One thousand tears Cried,
Her silver heart in pieces,
Shattered on the floor,
She just wanted a normal life,
Now she is no more.
A Thousand Tears • Opuss № I