I was caught in a dream
Where I was the person I should be
If you had stayed right beside me
In the water so heavy
I saw you so clearly.
The green mountains are calling.
Green leaves ever falling.
Now I wake to the concepts
That the world is now spinning,
And I'm barely breathing.
The ocean is drying.
My withered hands dying.
I know you're somewhere beneath me.
On some ancient shore sleeping.
All that I am contained in hollow flesh,
Is there a fate in hell that's worse than this?
All that there should be, but there isn't is
cursing the bed that I am sleeping in.
Belief is a poison coursing through my head
Hoping for morning some time after death.
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