Lost In Paradise
Not Even A Sliver.
A Cold Castle.
Here I Lay Unconscious.
Not Even Of The Ravens Wings, Flapping Through The Tree Outside.
A Stream Of Water Comes Flooding In.
Here I Lay Unconscious, And Slowly Drowning.
Not Even When I Know, I Will Soon Be Dead.
A Cold Wet Castle.
Here I Lay Unconsciously Drowning, And Ready To Die.
Not Even When I Know, I Will Be Dead Very Soon.
For I Have Accepted My Fate.
A Cold Flooded Castle.
Here I Float Unconsciously, At The Brink Of Death.
I Am Happy.
I Am Free.
A Freezing Water-Filled Castle.
Here I Float.
Lost In Paradise.
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