[/b]Modern day Ophelia She's crying Building a sea from her tears A novel, written on her body Lost love, betrayal, revenge She has lost faith Faith in love Faith in life Faith in religion Using her body for love or money Needle pricks running down her arms Her white shroud clasped right to her body Like being wrapped in an embrace from some unknown lover Rivers still pouring from her soul She walks into the sea The cigarette in her hand sizzles out And left on her eyes, flowers And left on her lips, music [/b] Don't even know why I posted...but whatever ?