under water

talking to the brown grass around my shoes

trees with leaves were seen a month ago

and now the wooden skeletons count birds

that move too much or just don´t move at all

understand, under water i belong

righteous hand, till you thoughts are here again

i don´t like your emptiness, your lies

raise my arm and cut myself on ice

in this water there´s no air you´ve had

inside your lungs or in your dirty blood

it hisses underneath, let my shoes down

but i won´t carry water on my back

i feel too small in places that´s too big

the tight grip hurts, i need your silly thoughts

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