as she stands at the beach,
the sea flowing like blood,
the sense of evil around her,
her eyes bleed out the tears that she's cried for ages,
deep down in her soul, there is a hole in her heart,

all she sees are the eyes staring at her,
a bloodied corpse levitating in the void,
and the monsters she couldn’t stop.

the world she desired burns around her,
her face empty and catatonic,
her emotions on fire.

she lands back on the beach,
still terrified and heartbroken,
but her soul has not flown away.
she finds her old guitar laying on a rock,
still working despite the wear and tear,
and her despair flows out, not to escape like 80 guinea pigs in a hole,
but to melt, like the facade she always contained.