Wasted on the Living (Octavia Sperati)

I drop myself into still, still water My body collapse as the elements unite There is no sound but echoes of my beliefs Lights fade as death appears Slightly as shades Soft tunes in the air Under water - in the water My living has left the realm of reality All dreams are real What was real I dreamt Under water Discovering the yearning for greed and hate The deeper I sink Eyes dilated in terror Reveal unseen dimensions of cruelty Lights fade as death appears Slightly as shades Soft tunes in the air Under water - in the water My living has left the realm of reality All dreams are real What was real I dreamt Under water