Here in this quite place,
The storm is overtaking me
My mind is inconsistent
voices are into my head
Where should I go?
Should I stare? Should I run? Should I stay?
My mind is inconsistent
I am Drowning to the darkest sea
The fishes are corpse
The moses are brown
I feel no better
I am Drowning,
Drowning to the Darkest Sea
P,S, this is possibly because I am drawn into something dark, something that I don't want to get attached with.
I pray to God, I wake up with silent in head, peace in heart, and fresh in mind.
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