doesn't float up too often
it doesn't float up too often
stays submerged underneath the faces of my surface
your eyes, ears: observing, absorbing... does it make me nervous?
not like your lips do, the sunlight of the eclipse I’m sitting underneath.
does it float up too often?
these wishes and dreams, wading in the darkness?
no idea, and what’s it to me?
trying to pull out this arrow right through me.
cut the bleeding, there’s better battles at hand
the whole WORLD feels like it’s falling through quicksand!!
and where’s your plan?
wading in the darkness.