Written by Emily Harstone | April 11, 2018
Away, like the Queens of old.
She was done with the drama.
Finally, she could hear herself think.
The depths of her death brings freedom.
The cool water warmed her soul
Enjoying the calm before the storm
Eternity endlessly washes over silent souls
Her hair, binding her to sleep
And she carries her reverie on.
Drowning in my own mind.
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Away, like the Queens of old.
She was done with the drama.
Finally, she could hear herself think.
The depths of her death brings freedom.
The cool water warmed her soul
Enjoying the calm before the storm
Eternity endlessly washes over silent souls
Her hair, binding her to sleep
And she carries her reverie on.
Drowning in my own mind.