In Heaven eVerythinG is FiNe

The Cure

—The Drowning Man

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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 
The memories fade 
And leave her eyes 
Still 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 
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 brave 

Everything was true 
It 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 

Oh Fushia 
You leave me 
Breathing like the drowning man 
Breathing like the drowning man

(Source : cry-tunes, via duhkha)