she came
with flowing
red hair and blue eyes
exposed to
anticipation
now time strays into the sense of anguish
anguish that is as wet as the stormy night
try as you may
it starts with a tear
when the words she will hear
on that last day
it starts with a scream
and tears become as a stream
and tomorrow is a year away
wasted time seems like years
those that taste the tears
salty as the sea
a sea that starts with a single tear
now breathless you lay
willing and waiting
your tongue splits
to speak
of the pain deep inside
through the mist and the rains
out of a nightmare
the residue remains
oversee
a hopeless vision
of frightened girl
holding onto nothing