The Drowning Man
She stands twelve feet above the floodShe staresAloneAcross the water
The loneliness grows and slowlyFills her frozen bodySliding downwards
One by one her senses dieThe memories fadeAnd leave her eyesStill seeing worlds that never wereAnd one by one the bright birds leave her ...
Starting at the violent soundShe tries to turnBut finalNoiselessSlips and strikes her soft dark headThe water bowsReceives herAnd drowns her at its easeDrowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleedingCould I only help you loveThe fleeting shapesSo many years agoSo young and beautiful and brave
Everything was trueIt couldn't be a story
I wish it was all trueI wish it couldn't be a storyThe words all left meLifelessHopingBreathing like the drowning man
Oh FushiaYou leave meBreathing like the drowning manBreathing like the drowning man