river rushing along its course
undeniably late for its encounter with the stars
drowning the sounds of dying
a suffocation of liquid metal
that cures the slightest bit of pain
it whispers sweet melodies
and takes her breath away
what a glorious saviour
in this darkend night of november
the leaves flowing by what she can't leave behind
and the current pulling her down
to the darkness that consumes her
spinning in a deadly circle
everything envelops her
falling further
she's got no where to go
no one who cares
perfection is stained and cracked porcelain
delicate and antiquated
she doesn't even notice the bruises anymore
or the rocks stuck in her skin
the stars are smiling at her
laughing down at her
beckoning her to come and join them
another destiny that ends in heart break.