muddy waters,

freezing cold,

the smell of despair,

and a touch of salt,

sorround the traces of her,

the images, now less clear,

portrait a face,

bitter and pale,

hateful and resentful.

it rains heavely,

on a heavenly bright day.

a mask,

many masks,

the truth is hidden behind,

a door for exits only,

the sound of a bird,

caged,

alone,

unware.

the meaning of nothingness,

and a truthful lie,

a merciful lie,

a stab from behind.

as the blood leaves,

death enters,

i, abandoned like a stray dog,

embrace the void,

and its terrors.

fear,

hunger,

and a tear drop.