pure as snow, is the soul of the innocent
hiding away from the world
unspeakable pain and sadness
deep in her heart, buried within the snow

seeking not, the approval of those around
but the smiles of those she cares
seeking not, to be trusted by those around
but to trust, and not be betrayed, by those dear to her

wanting not, to feel joy all by herself
but to spread and share it to those around
how can one share what she doesn't have
how can one spread joy, when sadness is all her heart knows of

life have brought nothing but pain and betrayal
while death has brought those who cares to her
the world of the living as nothing but hell
while the abyss of the dead is her shelter and heaven

15/07/2010 0154h