She sits amongst the dilapidated ruins, questions amidst reflection and lament... She casts her minds eye over the rubble, the chaotic mess, the pathetic fallacy of undone love. And her chattering mind detects a seemingly imminent fear of nothing. Emptiness. The only thing left clear is doubt and the only certain truth - deception. A ruinous ruse, itself, marked by falsehood.
Oh my love, how quickly his savagery took him to the drivers seat of that wrecking ball, driven himself, by the Demon within.
Ah, but now, the damage is done. And only the imprint of his destruction remains.
She stands to observe the relics, as the sun, creeps over the hill. Visible, far off in the distance. As she looks up, She wipes the dirge tears from her face. Stands tall, and steps, letting all the questions lie... Choosing instead, to bury them beneath, This new sound structure, to which she begins to lay, the very first brick.