She stands twelve feet above the flood

She stares

Alone

Across the water



The loneliness grows and slowly

Fills her frozen body

Sliding downwards



One by one her senses die

The memories fade

And leave her eyes

Still seeing worlds that never were

And one by one the bright birds leave her...



Starting at the violent sound

She tries to turn

But final

Noiseless

Slips and strikes her soft dark head

The water bows

Receives her

And drowns her at its ease...



I would have left the world all bleeding

Could I only help you love

The fleeting shapes

So many years ago

So young and beautiful and brave



Everything was true

It couldn't be a story...

I wish it was all true

I wish it couldn't be a story



The words all left me

Lifeless

Hoping

Breathing like the drowning man



Oh Fucshia!

You leave me

Breathing like the drowning man

Breathing like the drowning man