Been living in a crowded place,
Full of people with sharp daggers in their tongue.
She've been hit by those many times,
Shuttered in to pieces and got those deep scars.
She out of breathe, sinking in the ocean of darkness,
Lost her will to breathe again because of tiredness.
She've been fighting alone in that battlefield,
And now, she had fallen like a wingless dead bird.
Her name is Achelois,
A goddess who washes away all those pains.
Yet, she can't even wash away her own pain and those scars.
A goddess whose suffering from ages and she's just there, feeling distress.
