Where I am is beneath the waters high above the rivers.
Sinking into your place, drowning in your embrace.
Where I am is broken, into many pieces
Hoping you can fix it with three less bottles of whisky
Where I am is hopeless, dreaming of some greatness
Far beyond my weakness, where my demons are in deliverance
Pastor, Priest and Maiden! The gods that I believe in
Where nothing has it's meaning and pain is so relieving
Where I am is open, for the ravens that love feasting
At the edge of this cliff and drifting, overtaken by serendipity
Staring into the wind whistling, grieving and barely breathing
With the hands of the clock whining as the distance keeps fading... Maybe there is no end?
©Lextreme_writes
Not a good place to be at all
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