Mad but magic

She stands cold and still above the shore, within the midst of the storm that she’s created. Sounds of thunder echo all around her, but was it the rage of the tempest, or was it her heart.

I listen to the sound of silence as it echos beneath the dark water that gently carries me. The waters hum with the faint beating of my love sick heart, I hold my breath and let them overcome me. I feel the light touch of the lilies as they glide across my skin, I remember how I longed for your hands to do the same. Though the weight of the murky loch fills heavily in my lungs, it is nothing compared to the weight of my heavy heart. Let these dark waters take me. They've always felt like home.

There's a stranger who haunts my mind at midnight, I've tried to cut her loose, but the girl puts up a fight.  She sings to me softly of heartache and pain, in a tedious rhythm that drives me insane.  Her foot steps tread lightly as she dances around, being real careful to not make a sound.  She keeps me awake when she speaks of the past, and reminds me of questions I shouldn't have asked. I feel she means well, but she causes me sorrow. She keeps wearing my skin, but it's not hers to borrow.