Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Splash.
Like a diver to the podium,
You plant your feet into position,
Not knowing what may come when you break the surface,
This feeling is wrong,
The subtle fear of everything,
All colliding at once,
This is the feeling of being Hopeless,
And for an instant it is terrifying,
Scattering every thought into a multitude of worthless rhymes,
Your feet leave the platform.
Withing seconds, the silent wind is whipping past your face,
Being sure to kiss every feature as it is,
Not holding back to spare your eyes the news,
This is the feeling of being weightless,
And for an instant it is pleasant,
This feeling is wrong,
The chaos envelopes you as your dream comes to an end,
Your body breeches the surface without so much as a sound.
Anything that could possibly go wrong has,
This feeling Is wrong,
You are drowning without an exit,
Your body forcing itself to the surface,
Exposing every fear that you once had,
Exposing every flaw that exists,
This is the feeling of being worthless,
And for an instant it feel so wrong,
The peace swallows you whole as you fight to save your life,
Your body breeches the surface without so much as a sound.
Slowly, the lights fade,
The moon shines bright gleaming against the unbroken body of water,
Revealing every feature that was once yours,
This feeling is wrong.
No breath is drawn,
Every limp is limp,
Every nerve is dead,
This is the feeling of being gone,
And forevermore, it will haunt you,
The everlasting silence engulfs your mind as you fade,
Your Body is pulled to the depths without so much as a sound,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Silence.
Drip,
Drip,
Splash.
Like a diver to the podium,
You plant your feet into position,
Not knowing what may come when you break the surface,
This feeling is wrong,
The subtle fear of everything,
All colliding at once,
This is the feeling of being Hopeless,
And for an instant it is terrifying,
Scattering every thought into a multitude of worthless rhymes,
Your feet leave the platform.
Withing seconds, the silent wind is whipping past your face,
Being sure to kiss every feature as it is,
Not holding back to spare your eyes the news,
This is the feeling of being weightless,
And for an instant it is pleasant,
This feeling is wrong,
The chaos envelopes you as your dream comes to an end,
Your body breeches the surface without so much as a sound.
Anything that could possibly go wrong has,
This feeling Is wrong,
You are drowning without an exit,
Your body forcing itself to the surface,
Exposing every fear that you once had,
Exposing every flaw that exists,
This is the feeling of being worthless,
And for an instant it feel so wrong,
The peace swallows you whole as you fight to save your life,
Your body breeches the surface without so much as a sound.
Slowly, the lights fade,
The moon shines bright gleaming against the unbroken body of water,
Revealing every feature that was once yours,
This feeling is wrong.
No breath is drawn,
Every limp is limp,
Every nerve is dead,
This is the feeling of being gone,
And forevermore, it will haunt you,
The everlasting silence engulfs your mind as you fade,
Your Body is pulled to the depths without so much as a sound,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Silence.