intercurrent

there is a place where the light doesn't enter
the desire is fleeting, and the air becomes bitter
there is a girl who is so cold and lonely
lying, and waiting
for the shadows to get her

she's still
lying and waiting with empty eyes open
still hearing an echo though no one has spoken
cyring and hollow and inside unaging
but the waters are tainted with innocence broken

and i cannot help her
because i am so helpless
so unable
to even help myself.

-- outro --