518400 days

Pale is the face that lies beneath the cool glass of the river.
Empty are the green eyes that stare vacantly beyond the babbling brook.
A crooked grimace there owes nothing to happiness...but much to insanity.
The moonlight casts its silver threads about her flowing hair.
is this she who loved you so?
she, who gave you her heart...only to bleed evermore from the wounds that refused to heal?
so long now has she bled for you that her very tears run crimson with despair.
518400 days to be precise.
Though it would seem that it was longer.
Each day an eternity, trapped inside this never ending pool of darkness
cast by the shadows of your memory.
I beseech you,
reach out your hands and stem the crimson tears that were born of wanting
let her voice ring once more, glorious and proud!
give her back to me
i cannot live without my soul.