Lisabeth's p.o.v
Blissful unreal serenity, a safe false hope, your running impulse.
Beloved angel of the womb, a long-awaited nine
month miracle. Violated innocence, a sacrificial lamb,
one little fragile heart, my own flesh and blood. Worthless
vanity, a magical goodluck charm, your bright yellow halo.
Hello kitty, an object of my admiration and pity. Jane Doe, you
are shot down like an airplane underneath the stars and stripes.
You know pain and taste the bloody rain while your foe laughs
uncontrollably. The light has gone from your eyes. You collapse
and my faith experiences a relapse. I miss your beautiful smile and warm
embrace. Nothing makes sense anymore. Born to die, you were torn out of my arms
way too soon. Born to die, you can't lie and pretend that everything will
be alright. Darkness covers the landscape and the night never seems to
end. Our souls drift off to a place over the moon. We lay in the aftermath of destruction, the
remnants of an once beautiful city. This solemn Autumn day, oh, what such a terrible fray.
Lonesome white dove, absentminded ghost, where on earth shall be your new home after it
is all finished? Your sanctuary, the cemetery might be the next stop. Just as when I thought I lost you forever,
you come back to me.
