Unknown (Inspired By: La Femme Nikita) Poem by reina Lorenzo

10/24/03
got a piece inside her pocket
but it’s unclear
nobody in this world knows.
Old salt from her eyes
Flows so unwelcome
With her dead smile, unhappy hands.


No blood is running or
Open wound acting
Just her heart hopelessly beating
Solemnly crying, so tired.

She lies,
Where her world seems so unforgiving
Where she felt so invisible
So sicked, so damn sicked.

Dying
There’s nothing to breathe for
On nobody knows..