Dead

She stood almost dead
her lovely white gown
stained a dark red
her crys were drown
out by the roar of the waves

She wondered why,
it had been so unfair
why her life was a lie
a mer fairytale

She wished it was only a horrible
dream...
just a painful and horrible
dream...

She was almost dead
the water a dark red

Her torn and broken heart
unable to be mend
as if though straight through her heart, a dart
this was her end

The lies
the pain
the thought
the dream
the fairytale

All washed away
as the waves
swept the sand