I have swallowed dirt
With its unkind taste
Such horror has grown inside of me
Of things filthy and disgusting
I cannot take anymore...

I keep on falling
Yet my blood continues to flow

The wind touched me slowly
Her cold made me feel bare
Her soft hands gently going down
Holding every inch of me
It was heaven on earth
I was hers
She was mine
The wind carried me away

She just stood there and stared
She was motionless
Like a rock resting beneath the sea
She uttered nothing
Not even the slightest sound
Her eyes were blank
Her lips were pale
Her face, dead.
She didn't know what to do
I didn't know what to do