The loss of me

At the end of the world
there's a girl in a robe
and she stands on the edge
and she's lost all her hope
she wishes of change
of past times gone by
and wishes someday
someone makes her smile

but lies have been cast
like curses and death
and so very fast
she's breathed out her last breath

she hopes for the better
and wishes that soon
someone will remember
just like the moon
the days of her face
when it was still a light
in the sky of the days
without a sore fight

she reaches her hands
for ghosts in the wind
that do not reach back
and care not for the fact
that she even exists.

Betrayer they yell
and nobody asks
or cares of how
now only a shell
of the person she was
she's signed her own gravestone
with the things she has done
and will pay for her sins
with the blood on her hands
alone she stands
sent far far away
from any a man
in the night of the day