The End

The End

In a world close to the end, I look toward the music. The music renews my soul, giving me back the energy you stole from my life.

Then I see jewels. They symbolize me and you. All of a sudden, they break in half and become anew. I realize you and I were never meant to be.

I steal a breath. I am fully charged. I bound into battle, leaving my tattered and torn heart behind. I am rushing into the beginning.

Liar

Backstabber

Wretched old woman

Ugly