The flow of the river is fast and swift,
like a blade of a knife.
The sharp object slashes deep with in
my skin ripping away the tender mortal flesh.
Like the water that eroads the land
of the embankment it resides.
I cry like thunder roars out unto the sky,
to nothing more then fingures covering my eyes.
Only a dream i realize,
i look around to make sure everythings secure.
Soon to fall back to sleep, back to sleep
into the drifting doom that one never escapes.
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