Desperate whispers, soft cries fill they remaining silence,
It echoes hollowly as I rise to the surface with a pained gasp,
Under the dark currents of despair,
I fall to rise,
And rise to fall,
Back again…
Under desperate cries, and soft whispers,
I wait to be judged by those with cold eyes,
And refuse sympathy from those weak of heart.
Under the dark currents of despair,
I fall to rise,
And rise to fall,
Back again…
Above desperate eyes, and soft hearts,
I look away and test my wings to fall again,
Losing my innocence along the way to hell,
Under the dark currents of despair,
I fall to rise,
And rise to fall,
Back again….
Causing the desperate pleads, and the hungry embrace,
I feel helpless as I scramble to take what’s mine before it’s gone,
Sucking the souls of the living to survive,
Under the dark currents of despair,
I fall to rise,
And rise to fall,
Back again…
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Submission Name: Under the dark currents of despair (I)
