waits in the emptiness, all alone,
in silence, between sorrow and rage.
The song is all she has.
had it all, once. Long ago.
Now, there is only endless black.
The song keeps letting her live.
is surviving. Living died ages ago.
But she's so good at that.
The song always pushes her forward.
puts one foot before the other,
walking toward nothing. Running to oblivion.
The song promises her an end.
yawns. So tired, so very tired
of her little prison, her abyss.
The song plans her perfect escape.
misses the feel of the sun,
misses the kiss of her lover.
The song keeps his memory fresh.
wonders if he ever really cared.
Probably not. They almost never do.
The song tries for hope, joy.
almost gives in. Almost gives up.
But he would never want that.
The song reminds her to breathe.
waits for him, always waiting alone,
forgetting silence and rage and sorrow.
The song is not enough anymore.