If you knew, what would you have said?
Her body covered with cold-blooded snow,
Did you know that she was dead?
or had you just wished not to know so?

Bending over her, as bridges do with water,
a pulse is lost as you press onto her skin,
blood flows from the holes in her chest, Slaughter?
you turn back, as a sickly liquid flows from within.

Her eyes were locked on the liquid you exposed,
a sence of nervousness passes through,
a cruel death, of ages transposed,
your white hand did close her eyes of blue.

 
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