The rushing falls of water
trickle down above, washing me
as i lay apon the moss below
the moonlight shines apon my hair
and the water runs over my face
i am in a place of unknown
but it feels so true and pure
as though i have been here before
The roses bloom there blooms with
such grace and patience and pleasure
there wispering stop, get out now
but i can not see
and i cannot hear
i can only feel, and i feel broken and pure
i don't know how i can feel both, but it is true
and i know when i have come to a close
because i feel my heart break
and shatter, and flow into the water that was once
so clear, now is so red.
So red. I can see the red.
But i can never see the pain coming.
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