That sickening wave It surrounds her, pooling at her bare feet Her mind is spinning fluidly as it rises The water clasps her legs, sprouting anomalies called hands Memories rush through her Their backs, their backs They never once look back That familiar feeling, that putrid familiar taste-- melancholia engulfs her senses The water is at her waist, gnawing endlessly The water is livid Enraged Anxious Ravenous It bears its heart on its sleeve, showing those disgusting dreary memories Those memories that should be sealed Those memories that must not be revealed
Eyes that once held vigor are overtaken Determination has deteriorated Sense of self has withered Who is this self that is here? Who is the self that is near? Their backs, their backs Those backs that bear strong shoulders Those backs that hold elegance Those backs, those backs Why won't they look back? A forced reaction to obtain air A forced reaction to keep the game fair The air is stagnant with chagrin Her eyes are bewitched, vexed by those coy crest-fallen whispers Those whispers that behold those painful memories Those whispers that sing in the silence, screaming the truth Her lips tremble as a solitary tear escape her vexed eyes She has broken once again The pieces she was putting back together have shattered, falling away from her once again Her pale hands tremble, her long elegant fingers curl inwards
A drop A crimson drop intertwining with aquatic blue That deadly blue that haunts her every dream The deadly blue that makes her want to scream And their backs, their backs They never once have looked back Her breath is rapacious Her eyes are dazed Where is the self that was once there? Where is the self that belonged to her? Where is the true self? Her last gasp of air, the anomalies bring her under the blue She closes her eyes and wishes it were true The water surrounds her, the whispers rushing to her She doesn't know what is real She doesn't know what to feel Is any of this...... Even real? Deeper She falls deeper That blue hue, that dangerous blue hue She lets herself be carried away Not bothering to stay awake Because she sees, her broken eyes see Their backs, their backs Residing backs is all she sees She tries to avert her eyes and let herself be Why can't she ever be free? Their backs, their backs Those answers are on their backs That forbidden fruit is haphazardly hanging and yet... Their backs is all she can see.