phantom water
the trees are closing in
and pressing down
branches reach like knives
all around
and i can't breathe
in this endless sea
it's like;
phantom water
on my shoulder
light doesn't come
and I get colder
my arms are tired
I just can't tread
this phantom water
A ghost school
in an empty sea
my silhouette
just can't see
i can't breathe
in this endless sea
it's like;
phantom water
on my shoulder
light doesn't come
and i get colder
my arms are tired
i can't tread this
fucking water
2 comments:
i love that picture- and the poem matches it so well. which came first??
thanks. I always write first. then after i finish writing i float around the web for a picture that matches the material. I actually found the picture off of image search on google.
someday i hope to have people submit their own pictures so i dont have steal from the internet. who knows maybe someday the internet will steal from me.
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