In the valley of death she walked without a scarf
In the neighboring cemetery , she met the demon of grief
She begged for salvation with weeping eyes and without belief
She yearned to vanish , the price was to sacrifice herself
She dug her grave , moments of agony are brief
Her blood watered the soil after she stabbed herself with a knife
Within her soul , a million scars
Inside her heart , a thousands aches
In the East , her desires are burning
In the West , her feelings are drowning
For love , she cultivates roses
In the garden of wilt , dry seasons
It was long nights full of thoughts and loneliness
The hours passed in a heavy rythm of nothingness
So many decisions in her mind , the choices in narrowness
Nothing makes sense at all in her deadly quietness
She wished to kill her pain which makes her dance in weakness
She slept for so long under the greyness
Written by : Hajar Belhachmi
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