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Swimming in the Dark
I was birthed from fire and ash
Cast from the volcano, scars on my back
To the sea, the wind took me
A splash of pain, as my heat was drained
My body cold, limp, and pale
My skin wrinkled, becoming frail
The waves attack, my body broke
I cannot stay afloat, down, down, down I go
Into the darkness, my body drifts
In this place, I will never fit
This is no home of mine
I was meant to soar high, along with the divine
But now fear fills my mind, is this where I will die
A breath of life pierces through the black
There is a way I can get back
Paddle with what strength I have left
But this hope is short lived
I have nothing left to give
Oxygen, oxygen
I can’t give in
Dizziness ensues, as I lose my grip
What’s real, I don’t know, my fingers slip
My arms spread wide, into the depths I recede
A savior I need
No one can hear
As I cry and tear
The water closes in, wrapping my body within
It has swallowed my body whole
The pain and sorrow, no one will know
I hold tight to my own soul
Awake, I cry in my bed
It’s been ten years since I’ve been dead
Cast from the volcano, scars on my back
To the sea, the wind took me
A splash of pain, as my heat was drained
My body cold, limp, and pale
My skin wrinkled, becoming frail
The waves attack, my body broke
I cannot stay afloat, down, down, down I go
Into the darkness, my body drifts
In this place, I will never fit
This is no home of mine
I was meant to soar high, along with the divine
But now fear fills my mind, is this where I will die
A breath of life pierces through the black
There is a way I can get back
Paddle with what strength I have left
But this hope is short lived
I have nothing left to give
Oxygen, oxygen
I can’t give in
Dizziness ensues, as I lose my grip
What’s real, I don’t know, my fingers slip
My arms spread wide, into the depths I recede
A savior I need
No one can hear
As I cry and tear
The water closes in, wrapping my body within
It has swallowed my body whole
The pain and sorrow, no one will know
I hold tight to my own soul
Awake, I cry in my bed
It’s been ten years since I’ve been dead
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