The knifes are in the water,
there below, just beneath your feet.
The river flows with blood
of the sweetest innocents.
A mermaid escaping up stream,
against the current of the most importance.
So, where does this bottomless journey end?
This lost channel of endless hoping.
Two bodies of water,
intertwining into the everlasting waterfall.
A voyage down the rapids,
Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
Down into the pits...There just below the waters.
Where I can rest my weary head.
Fin.
© Victoria