as the thin snow fell into the darkness time fell with it
her abstract voice tastes to the ear like death
but the rages of sorrow in her words
are a cold road infested with implications
...of a warm home broken
of a world in ruins
of a girl who now lives in slow death

she sits on the edge of the bed
in her torn apart life
knees drawn up to her chin
and whisper/screams why wont anyone listen to me
why wont anyone help
and the darkness mocks with silence

she bathes
and dresses
care to each detail
brush through hair fifty two times
but it all feels so empty
it all belongs to another woman's life
there's something wrong and she just cant stand it anymore
she's screaming inside but goes on brushing her hair
but it all feels all so empty

standing in the yard
torrential rain
her makeup and clothes ruined
but she just stands there limply
staring off into the night
searching for an answer that she knows she will never know
but searches anyway
doesn't even know why
its just so empty in here
its just so empty