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She is walking with no feeling
She is a broken ghost
She is trekking on the virgin snow
Leaving no footprints behind her
She has nobody left beside her
She is alone, she is hurt deep inside
She is empty.

She is breathing with no air in her lungs
She is a damned soul
She is skipping in the grave yard
Leaving not an echo as she sings
She has a spirit trying to torment her
She is mad, she is elegant
She is dangerous.

She is touching with no fingertips
She is a walking nightmare
She is prancing through hell itself
Leaving forgotten memories behind her
She has Lucifer calling her name below her
She is lonely, she is derranged
She is mad.

She is sleeping with no dreams
She is a secret angel
She is calling out his name with no sounds
Leaving blood spilled all over her
She has him trying to steal the knife from her hands
She will die, she is dead
She is death.