I stare at the girl in the mirror, Her pretty face, Her fair skin, And her beautiful Eyes.
Her eyes, They have changed.
Her pupils that dilated with love, Are now as idle as a stone.
Her eyes that spoke of vim and joy, Are now numb with anesthetic.
Her eyes that glistened with beauty, Are now dead; carefully laid on a coffin.
Her eyes, Now they are nothing but a decor on her face, Just a piece of showcase.