Limpid pale eyes
Shrunken dripping skin
Pits of hell she spies
Memories sinking in
Gravid with water
Expecting with death
Lips blue a finger traces
Dead heart embalmed races
Poor child she's lost to all she knows
Poor heart, she looks, her blood, it flows!
Flows down to caverns dark and deep
Like the bathroom floor where she falls asleep
And rising, floats above the sea
Eternal, lasting, final, free.