The River
Was it her discussion
Of murder failing fate
Why chaos left his silence
To disambiguate?
Are nightmares really answers
Of every promised word
To feel his evil whispers
As hate she’s over heard?
Or has he finally found her
To steal her tired breath?
For surely he is seething
To learn she’s cheated death
Perhaps it's for the bloodshed
In his distorted heart
And he's returned to paint her
As his sadistic art?
Or does he owe the river
The breath she didn’t last
So drowning her's the reason
She's claimed him as her past?
