The Pool
The map in my head doesn’t be updated.
I sob with real my phantom pain.
A consciousness has the weight.
The pool that I entrusted
My body is dyed red. My consciousness floats higher.
A weird dream A weird scene
My limbs are separated. What keeps them come apart?
It was an instant’s happenings occurrence.
A flashback has me remembered that scene.
My limbs are separating from my floated body.
A consciousness has the weight.
The pool that I entrusted
My body is dyed red. My consciousness floats higher.
A weird dream A weird scene
My limbs are separated. What keeps them come apart?
I heard the song at that time.
It was the song I heard when I was little.
My grandma sang to me.
A consciousness has the weight.
I wanted to forget my pain and become anyone.
I wanted to escape from here and float anywhere.
(True,lie,concentration)
My memories fade away. Our consciousness sways.
Is it needed to keep them come apart.