I've seen the ships way up high Floating fishes in the sky Casting shadows from where I lay Amidst the dust of burning clay. This hellish portrait of memories Struggling unto blackened knees. I smear the paint from my face. Sever the binds to this place. Reveling in reality of pain, striking immortality in twain. Through gaping wound the water flows, The only witness the carrion crows through droplets of burning blood the ashes turn to scarlet mud. My eyes open but do not see Empty reflections of you and me only forgotten dreams flying high Turning into fishes in the sky |
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| Fishes In The Sky |