Beneath still waters (i)

Calm waters rest only in the eyes of the beholder
beneath this glistering stream, turmoil abound
Consumed by aggression, it tumbles in its bed
Tossed about till calm is estranged
Filled with trouble till slumber is chased away
Its bed is made of thorns and flames
It breath fills the room with smoke and ash
The piercing sound of its wails rips the ear to shreds
And its tears drown the spectators
Do not dare look beneath this calm waters
Do not peer at the world that lies [in my] within
For there is the core of my torment
And the wailings that lie never find rest


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