Eternal Pleasure

A girl with a heavy mind Does not speak and act as a blind No light and stars she wishes for Empty eyes, fearing to suffer more Scattered thoughts with no sense Makes her cry and more tense Death is the thing she wants Hoping for the peace that Earth grants Wishes to be buried with huge grace Leaving no clues to get her trace Grave, to her, is just like a treasure A place to enjoy an eternal pleasure The pleasure of which she remained deprived Must be telling God how hard she strived