In the crowded street
Where you cant hear who talks
And you cant see who walks
I hear whispers
Whispers from the ocean
Calls for help and survival
The gentle calls
And silent screams
The man whispering
Was the one dancing
With a knife in his heart
Slowly being thorn apart
Further away
I saw a floating shadow
Whilst i turned
I saw a man hanging
Someone grabbed my hand
As I came closer to the end
He opened the doors
And fire and wind arose
The killer woke before dawn
He put his boots on
He pushed me down
And the sea claimed her forgotten son
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
In the crowded street
Where you cant hear who talks
And you cant see who walks
I hear whispers
Whispers from the ocean
Calls for help and survival
The gentle calls
And silent screams
The man whispering
Was the one dancing
With a knife in his heart
Slowly being thorn apart
Further away
I saw a floating shadow
Whilst i turned
I saw a man hanging
Someone grabbed my hand
As I came closer to the end
He opened the doors
And fire and wind arose
The killer woke before dawn
He put his boots on
He pushed me down
And the sea claimed her forgotten son
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