Tartarus

She lost her voice,
In the crowds of all that sound,
She lost her sense, her sense of time,
but still her clock would count

Every second of her time,
never used enough,
every limit of her mind
and her body, oh so rough

Her greyness, boldness,
all these colourful leafs,
water away before your eyes

till there's only
one drop left
and you are the one that is
melting away now.