she lay down her eyes close
quick down to death she goes
in her blank white hand lies
the gun that shut her eyes.
and rest the tearing heart
when breath and body part
the racing soul is stilled
paing and joy both killed
spirit's winter gone warm
numbing gray is death's charm
to know no more, to die
feel her shadow wing by
scraping wings of dreams gone
her deep night knows no dawn
to give in and fly free
to quietly cease to be
no one could understand
she took the gun in hand
fingers that once played well
served her thin life to fell.
