I took the plunge into your sea. Oh, you know what? I am now hooked forever on its colourless colour.
******* out a cloud-bubble. Black or white, it doesn’t matter. Sprinkle some drops in your pious colourless style. Watch, it shines and sizzles in renewed hues across the land and over the blooms. Still, in the end, remains a potion, an intact drop: The untouched ocean down the moon!
Up on the bridge It is night time The skies are silent And stars are away The waves don't touch me The river is violent Taking in my tears Filling in my fears I am on the edge Feeling my weight One step ahead And far gone below Standing and waiting To call me in Will the plunge save me, Hug me or drown me?
I feel myself slipping. The ground slowly crumbles from beneath me to swallow me whole; into that dark abyss once more. I know it’s coming for me. I can’t escape it. My legs are full of lead, too heavy to lift; weighing me down and helping me fall faster to rock bottom once more.
Sleep stands at the altar of today’s sacrifice, Knife poised to plunge at the heart of the matter, Knife poised to plunge at the heart of the matter, Knife poised...
‘I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.’ - David Benioff, City of Thieves