it's a watery world
where i can see
reflections of the past
images that float
on the waves
blurred and hazy
but i know them.
floating down
the sound resounds
icy waters underground
as the fear seeps
thru my veins
and that poison
called sadness
kills me within.
but it's funny
how i can see
so many colors
as light shines through
this watery world
colors i want
to paint pictures with
but there's nothing
i can draw.
and then, without notice
the watery world breaks
the dam holding it
and i cry and cry
and drown
in my own tears
['floating down, the sound resounds, icy waters underground' is from a song by pink floyd]
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