She stood there,
Her dark eyes staring...

Lying in the water,
Tangled in the reeds...

Voices come from my pillow,
From my head, from the air...

Piercing through my neck, a flash of ivory,
A burst of pain, then nothing...

I bring the knife down upon your broken body,
Slashing and cutting...

Angels fallen around my feet,
Their soft feathers stroking my tear stained...

Dear David,
I'm standing on my own now...

Softly the words whisper,
Encircling my mind and trapping my thoughts...

And the darkness floods back into my life,
Blanking out all I've done...

Coldness comes,
Dark, damp hands gripping at my soul...