Water rings

The dance of the marks of water, indicates her loneliness, the urge she has inside for the slaughter.
It's such a inclining feeling, as she lies down and stares up, sighing sinking dark eyes into the dim lights of the sealing.

Wondering what she has done to her memories, where have the good ones gone?
Where did she put them, has she hidden them for too long?

She hides her hands, they resemble the truth of her being a child, everything she has conquered has made her a bearer of problems piled.

Phone lying on the floor of numbers, she was thinking has been dialed, who cared, who wanted to help, the answer was silent, she knew the truth was violent.

Tired looking, vulgar arms, pushing all hope aside, watching the water and it's marks waiting for sounds of the the tide, listening to the neighbor's dog, who never stops a bark, and wishing she could disappear from this side, wanting to leave from this piece of hell, if only someone would buy her soul, and wouldn't let her tears tell.