Deep beneath the river of stillness in my head
Ly's whispers of the anonymous dead
the predators of my rage thirst and disturbs the clearness of the lost curse
i stay chanting my way back to peacefulness
if it may come
in my world of silence i whisper sweet bitter words
that flee with a blister
their in my world of waters their is no clarity
the death that i drown through
how laughter seems to be so foggy
a time where life would take the best of me
but i will never surrender the fight that am under
grasping for a breath i seek nearly moments in my death
my lifeless body wonders for a stable ground
their beneath the waters i leave without a sound
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