Under the sun,
before a smile,
In the middle of chaos,
near that hanging rope,
In a ruined city,
behind that cruel king,
next to your unbalanced life,
on a bloody shore,
just before you inhale,
right in the middle of a kiss,
in the very breath of hatred,
before a sinking boat,
inside a closed bottle,
down six feet of a rotten farmer,
under the skin of an assassin,
in the eyes of a cruel kid,
"You will see me".
she whispered and walked away.