I wander through ruins of a shattered dream, Where every promise crumbles like forgotten seams. I once held fire in my heart, so bright and keen, Now shadows cling to me in a never-ending scene. I reached for hope, but found only empty space, Left abandoned in a world that lost its grace. And so the queen of sorrow died quietly, No tears were shed for the girl I used to be. I slipped away like a whisper in the night, A faded memory lost without a fight. Every step I take echoes tales of pain, Of love that vanished, leaving only scars in the rain. Dreams turned brittle, like autumn leaves adrift, I’m just a ghost of who I was, left with no gift. I believed in dawn, in a future shining free, But life’s cruel winds blew away my reverie. And so the queen of sorrow died quietly, No grand farewell, no final symphony. I dissolved into silence, a lone, forgotten art, The sorrow of a girl who lost her beating heart. In every teardrop, a piece of me falls away, A story of despair that time cannot allay. Now in the darkness, my secrets softly lie, In the quiet, I fade—no more tears left to cry. And so the queen of sorrow died quietly, Without a cry or a chance to break free. I vanished like a shadow at the break of day, Leaving behind the echoes of yesterday. I am the queen of sorrow, a whisper on the wind, A tale of lost dreams and a heart that’s grown thin. In the silent night, my fading song remains, A testament to a life dissolved in pain.
