Half Shut

Everytime the tides seem to pass
Everytime taking a piece of her heart,
Nothing can stay.
All things must change;
The tingle of sunshine
Booming with grins,
All sail past,
As she stays here with her whims.
The depths of darkness I cannot fathom,
Dreaded soul fading – Oh
Why was she alone?
In the bliss of the morning,
Armors laid down,
Finally at last,
But deceit, Oh my powerful kin,
Deceit – like a spear through her limbs,
Eyes turn to shadows,
Cry, my love – with the windows half shut.