Black thoughts, black birds, they flied the same way... run intothe water they said. I'm so tired she replied, but it is not the flesh, it isthe spirit that I've worn out from living on someone else’s borrowed breath.
She found in the water a willing lover, not the one that sheadored but the one that would take her to her muddy death.
Though she was a blooming flower she was pure as a whitedove. We'll never know if what she did was an act of selfishness, and act ofmadness or an act of love.
May the stillness of death bring peace to the bitterness ofmadness.
The rocking rhythm of the water is the lullaby to yourslumber. Your soul has left your lifeless body and you are far away from thedistress the afterlife brings to the flesh.
Forever your sacrifice I’ll remember, and everything elsewill be forgotten. Silence all the bells, the pipes and drums; tell the birdsto sing a mourning song. You are gone forever Oh Ophelia! Oh Ophelia my love.