What is to become of the girl with black eyes,

Her contaminated stare is soulless- she never cries,

She is emotionally hardened like granite or stone,

Her lips luscious red, remain still as a bone.

The flower wilts, her heart does the same,

Decaying, withering, she is numb to the pain.

What is to become of the girl with black eyes

She is empty, hollow, as what was inside dies.