drinking water
in the style of pink floyd
**The Waters Beneath**
In the silence, a glimmer, a stillness brews,
The glass half-full, half-empty, or is it just a bruise?
Echoes of whispers, sloshing in the night,
The taste of dreams mingles with shadows, flat and bright.
Beneath the surface, what stirs in the deep?
A quenching thirst, a secret you keep—
Glimmering dregs of sins from yesteryears,
A sip of silver, steeped in bittersweet fears.
Oh, swallow it down, let it coil in your throat,
Dance with the ghosts, let the current provoke.
Here flows the river of all that you hide,
In every drop, the world’s shadowy tide.