Lost...

Huddled in a corner in a room breathing deeply... the frost from my breath forms an image of some sort... Her voice is so sweet and loving... she spells out all the pain.... The drums of the melody replicate the beat of my heart.... The strings pluck the little life I have left leaving such subtle tones..... The mind overflowing with memories that once was alive..... my legs move without informing me;they don't stop they just keep running the rain hits my body delicately I see it in slow motion... With every drop comes a reflection of my life.... Every splash soaks into the souls of my feet... Her voice whispers such sweet melody's making me run....further and faster till there's nothing left......