By the lake
she sits on the back deck,
fingers running along her collarbones
protruding underneath her neck.
The night covers her like a blanket
wraps her in its cold, but comforting embrace.
Tears stream down her face
looking at the night sky
she wonders why
she's alive.
She longs to feel the warmth of love
but all she has is the night.
The only thing to curl up to in bed after she gives into sleep
no longer able to fight.
The only thing she can whisper to in the dark
is the dark itself.
The only thing she asks for help.
The only thing that can hear her helpless little yelp.
It joins her on her swim in the lakes
when she longs for a escape.
It would join her all the way to the bottom
if she decided to seal her fate.
if the night and darkness are the only thing
that's been there for her,
then why would sinking to the bottom of the lake make her unsure?
As she floats towards the black sand
she see's night looking down at her and feel's darkness
take her hand...
And off to the bottom they swam.