The breeze brushed her hair,
as she sat on the docks of the ocean
watching as the waves climbed up the rocks
as her love, her care casts itself farther away from her

As she turns to walk away from the edge, as her black dress slips
effortlessly into the darkness
she hears her name, but she has heard it too many times to want to listen to the voice calling.
she keeps walking further into the darkness

Her hope had been lost,
her care no longer lived,
and as for her love
she had none left.
the light she once felt was gone
it was cast away like everything else.

like her love,
her care,
and the only hope she had ever felt and will ever feel again.
and yet when she turned back to the dock,
the black waves still climbing up the rocks.
the dock still rotting from age,
and her still standing,
letting the darkness consume her.