On the surface she was placid. A tall rising tower upon which everyone broke against. Porcelain was her face, streaked with crimson emotion. Chaos lapped at her feet, the endless torrent of black cresting waves. "When does it all end?" she whispered into the dark night. Bound by promises that time will never keep....she waits. Lurid waters rise around her, leaching into her flesh. Tainted. Broken. Bitter roots run deep. Gnarled thorns twist around faithless innocence. Painful memories of misshapen dreams flash behind her heavy lids as she slips. Flailing in the empty sea, into the great below. "For what is tomorrow...when forever is gone...."
