The silver tide sloshed to the shore
But soon shivered back to the black
It was leisurely lured once more

A whirlwind of dry, colorful leaves float to the sky
As the breeze picks up, birds start to fly
Autumn trees dance along,
As if it were a song.
The sun casts their shadows on the chilly ground.

A burgundy heart
thumps loudly under slick skin;
Droplets of gray rain come running down
a bare chest.

Cold, ****** hands grasp
whatever they can seek,
Lungs gasping for air that gives them nothing;
throat stinging as it screams

Colorless eyes squeeze shut in exhaustion
as sharp crimson pain
floods through;
Screaming in agony

Time halts in its tracks --
Fear floods the mind
as wet, throbbing fingers
lose their grip.