Empty carousel, cold wet end.

She finnally gathered the strength to walk back. The town she was so familiar with, dissapeared in mere seconds. Houses full of ghosts migrated in, they filled the newly desert states and mansions. An aristocracy of living dead, washed away memories now paraded the streets in black cars and white carts. She walked through streets witnessing the desolation of a town sucked out of life into oblivion. The caroussel spinned away screeching out of desperation, out of lonliness, her tears answered with a bitter cry of their own. All her lives, all her loves, all her songs faded as she walked the lonliest mile she ever would traverse in this living life. She arrived at the peer. The sea raged with despair, flled with cries it stored, with tears it once soaked. She let it go, let herself go, let her memory go, let her cry go, let her life go. The waters soaked her in, caressed her white linen dress, forever embracing her into a life of tears, into a dance of fears. Forever lost, forever united with her lover, with her cold, wet, dying lover. The sea calmed. Finnally the deed done, over it was.