Post by TemptationTwo on Mar 18, 2013 18:28:03 GMT 1
The Drowning Man
She stands twelve feet above the flood.
She stares alone
across the water.
The loneliness grows and slowly
fills her frozen body
sliding away.
One bye one her senses die,
the memories fade
and leave her eyes,
still seeing worlds that never were.
And one by one the bright birds leave her.
Starting at the violent sound
she tries to turn,
but final,
noiseless,
slips and strikes her soft dark head.
The water bows,
receives her
and drowns her at its ease,
and drowns her at its ease.
I would have left the world all bleeding,
could I only help you love
the fleeting shapes
so many years ago,
so young and beautiful and brave.
Everything was true,
it couldn't be a story.
I wish it was all true,
I wish it couldn't be a story.
The words all left me
lifeless,
hoping,
breathing like the drowning man.
Oh Fuchsia
you leave me
breathing like the drowning man
dreaming like the drowning man
breathing like the drowning man
breathing like the drowning man
dreaming like the drowning man
breathing like the drowning man
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