The bells final Toll.

when the bells stop ringing, and there is no sound, when its dark as night and no ones around, you can her crying weeping silently to the night, A stranger to reality with no will left to fight. Her scars only remind her of a time of sinful pain.While she kneels so quietly, bound and wrapped in chains. But no one takes notice, as they pass her by, this queen of hearts dying, her mind agonized.

And though she is strong, her weakness is pride. her lust for love to conqure and divide, no not her thats not who she is, just a sarrowful soul with little reason to live. Her hearts barely beating as the blood runs cold, Her secrets held within her, none ever told. and as she sits there, as she thinks, there has to be more to life then what she believes.

The beauty that surrounds her the glory in her pain, The night never so inviting But she still screams out his name. Noone understands or ever bothered to try. so alone she sits staring an ocean that she cries. And when the bells take there final toll, she closes her eyes, she remembers the time that brought her happiness an pride.and all is well as she lay down to die.