Something taking form
Building mass, taking shape
In deep, forgotten darkness
At the bottom of the lake
You can’t touch it,
You feel it in your bones
A shifting tectonic plea for death
That turns your will to stone
When I turn to debris,
Will I still feel anything
Looking up toward a light that won't reach me?
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
Something taking form
Building mass, taking shape
In deep, forgotten darkness
At the bottom of the lake
You can’t touch it,
You feel it in your bones
A shifting tectonic plea for death
That turns your will to stone
When I turn to debris,
Will I still feel anything
Looking up toward a light that won't reach me?
