[shadow in the midst]: 279.Nostalgia

She reaches for the touch
The pond so still and serene
Something so beautiful
Brings emotions so keen

But she cant touch it
Her fingers of filth
As if burried beyond
Layers of tilth

She cries away her memories
Cries away the pain
But when the moment comes
She does it all again

Breaks her heart
Causes her cries
Kills her soul
Darkens her eyes

A touch so soft so near now
She still cant quite reach its growth
Slowly surrounding herself in the dark;
The night which she so dearly loathe

Her frustration erupts
Her shrill screams break the air
She tumbles away from the water
And declares her despair

Nothing is ever quite enough
Insanity comes to replace common sense
Her tears wash away all days to come
Nostalgia for her innocence