*without title*

She sings in the morning,
dreaming of you.
All you can hear is a faint humming:
The killer in me is the killer in you...

Do you know how she feels?
How she misses you?
Sleepless,
she stares into each night.
Stars shimmering above her,
seem to laugh at her,
as she reminisces how she had lost you,
and finally asks herself:
Have you ever been her’s?
Hours go by,
night is fading,
all she can think of is your face,
your dark brown eyes and hair,
how you looked at her,
smiling,
telling her your dreams and fears.
Where are you now?
Why have you left her in thesee doubts?
Daylight breaks through her window,
another night is gone.

You can hear her singing at the morning,
dreaming of you.
All you hear is a faint humming:
The killer in me is the killer in you...