Literature
Octopus Arms
Pressure, In a spotlight, over, there is a way I must say, from freedom and despair
So in the headlights of the moon I crash into a an Ocean.
And Im not so buoyant anymore
Reach into my soul If I even had it before, Because I dont know how to swim,
While the wailing trumpets call my name, strutting down the corridor I rein.
I have changed this kingdom Im the one who saved.
The cold water destroys my words, The only ones left are the birds.
So I go blue too.
The people are chanting my name.
Expecting A bright road I paved.
And I could deliver!
I lost my hearing and my eyes couldnt see, I knew what was ha