how wonderful it is,
to love and be loved

she stood by the ocean,
staring out into the distance,
to see beyond the jet black waves.

a hand came from the ocean,
and without warning,
it pulled her under,
into a war.

this was a war,
and she was fighting it,
there was no tie,
you win,
or you die.

this was a war,
and she was losing herself,
she was screaming,
but no one heard her.

this was a war,
she was in a pitch black ocean,
no one was there to help her swim,
and she had lost herself in the waves.

how can i
feel so much
yet not at all

losing my soul,
waiting for the darkness to swallow me whole.

silence erupts between us,
yet we still have so much to say

these four walls are my prison,
locking me in against my will.

thoughts spiral,
dreaming of what i could do,
but alas freedom is an impossible vision.

we fall apart
and turn it into art