Limbs

drifting in forever haze what to do with everyday what to do with working limbs so he told me, "sink or swim" I did what he said went underwater instead everything looks the same (x2) look for land, but can't be found I miss solid ground what to

The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten The texture of time is a whisper that echoes acros