She sat, as a somber silhouette surrounding the scenery. The song she sung was silent in it's sharpened ways as it sought my shivering heart and stabbed a stern scorn through my chest. Asunder, I slumped into a shadow of my shattered soul. She saw me slumber and screamed through her sharpened knives, slipping through my soundless song as my wounds swooned to her siren waves.

This has nothing to do with V for Vendetta.

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