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.