Waking in the late nights,
from where she sleeps at the Emerald bar full of fickle lights.
Throwing 230 bottles of vodka within 24 hours of sober in melancholy blues.

Flashes her fragile mind from the past hunts day by day.
The shame on his name will be remembered on their false promises, abused her kindness by the master of manipulator...

That critter was a bad man made her suffer but a disappointment.
As he played like a card game on the deck.

She believed the life was a game of roles, in the strange world of madness. Before her life will be taken the soul has been sold.

She cries out crazily as she bleeds through her eyes till she broke herself that never takes back into pieces...

To every woman who are good wives knew this deadly poison flows on the bloodstream could feel any pain strikes to kill back like a Scorpion sting itself like a self-destruct

In your selfishness, let your pitiful feet fall into your dust where your body marked unto the grave of a sinner thou hell shall be your homeland.

Let the reign of rage of the Mad Woman be watching you till in the day of your deathbed.

© AliceAnonymous99