standing here, breathing in slow motion
at the waters edge, where the reflection glows
they whisper about amazing dreams and tales
a great white world it used to be
full of peace love and understanding
but one day the skies turned grey
and nothing heals, time has passed by
stitches itch, souls fade, teeth break
photos of you and pack of memories
black and yellow round the edges
walking backwards through time
shacking legs, corrupted young mind
scenes from another memory burning out
insects on display as little black holes
a song on repeat, hollow voices from above
at the waters edge standing, where souls fall





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