this blurry vision followed by headache,
she was given on the new year's eve.
there was planted a seed
of sorrow and heartache.
with every drop of addiction,
she opened the christmas paper,
there was derogation and laughter.
she drank too much from love potion.
the girl loved the present,
the best one that was ever given
belongs to the arms of lusty prison,
leading to the dead end.
she was blinded by the suns,
a thousand suns of death,
swimming in a sinful bath
with the present in their arms.
the words so painful in the chest,
it awoke butterflies inside her,
she still could think of her,
even though she's a spider waiting in its nest.
she wished to see her face again,
she wanted to feel warmth in her heart,
but not to touch the body part,
which touched the monster in her bed.
she keeps the present under her pillow
and she thinks about her every time
she closes her eyes, clears the night,
every dream about her and sorrow.
