Thread softly so your feet don't get cut by the glass.
The river flows gently on their veins, but their screams echo through your head.
These are the flowers for the beauty in death.
First entry, the drowning of the silent Ophelia.
I want to say something, but the words get caught in my throath, everyone sees your pain and I can only see what I always live with.
I don't know anymore what to say, even if I swim in a river of words that bathe my skin filling it with terror and angst.
I continue to fall under, I drown and can't sing anymore. Where's the ophelia that I used to be? Where's the torture in my veins? Words drown me, and I sink deeper into the river styx.
The ferryman crosses the river again, I can't make him look down to me.
The words of the other souls scream to me, drowning me, but I'm not dead. I want to scream!, reach out and grab your hand. I want to run away, I want to leave but you are no longer here. You left me to drown in words, you failed to see...that the ophelia that you knew could have been saved and I didn't have to drown without my song.
P.S: I want to say it, but will I feel it?
Remember
*I remember*
what do you remember?
a moment
what moment?
a random one
why a random one?
because I just like to think
and where do memories go in the end?
to the salt of the sea!
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