She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water The loneliness grows and slowly
Sliding downwards
Fills her frozen body
One by one her senses die The memories fade
And leave her eyes
And one by one the bright birds leave her.
Still seeing worlds that never were
Starting at the violent sound
But final Noiseless
She tries to turn
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
Receives her
The water bows
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
I wish it was all true It couldn't be a story.
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping Oh Fucshia!
Breathing like the drowning man
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man.
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