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(This is called 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 downwards One by one her senses die Memories fade and leave her eyes 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 Everything was true 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 Fuschia You leave me breathing like the drowning man Breathing like the drowning man Breathing like the drowning man Breathing like the drowning man |