She's been sinking, swimming in, inflicted with wanting to recover.

She falls under the water keeping it above ground.

Morphine sulfate haze looking over her shoulder.

Threw away her fire horns.

Little red shoulders red clouds hover over.

Seeing spots in the field of vision where nothing should be.

Anything but hope lost and found.

Love will be the remaining factor,

The one that will remain.

Hope will no longer be needed.

The weight of Faith won't be necessary ether;

For knowing as she is known will abolish both Hope and Faith.

Give back her Love.

Longing to Love herself,

Finding hard to accomplish.