before the age....

what about the below and above?

there´s a girl on the roof
as slender, as lonesome as a cat
fur like tar
a voice from afar
humming of death
she clutches her chest
bumps still with questions and rage

why the hell? - Wasted, pasted and all is too late
before the age, any age

expectations on shore
never to reach the secrets
of the deep freed blue

on a roof top she sobs
for the shipwrecked ocean
that is her heart
undiscovered in the dark

stranded on a roof top
and the sky is of knives
cutting the fleet of her dreams
down to her feet

at least she can jump
and carry her crippled self
into an ocean of light

the armada sets sail
and she is gone
with the dead
long before the age, any age
perished without faith