I know you know.
That you can’t say
what you have to.
And i can feel the thunder,
the magma, the gas
boiling inside the whites of your eyes.
I feel the lack
of a feeling i felt when
we were once
dancing on water.
But now we sink.
Deep, Deep, Deep.
Until we hit the bottom.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
I know you know.
That you can’t say
what you have to.
And i can feel the thunder,
the magma, the gas
boiling inside the whites of your eyes.
I feel the lack
of a feeling i felt when
we were once
dancing on water.
But now we sink.
Deep, Deep, Deep.
Until we hit the bottom.
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