Age of Manipulation (Aquarius)

Mia Wallace.

Drowned within my arrows
through the gallows of my pain.
The tides rises above my head to
the currents that bash my skull.

The pressure building
seemed convincing until
the drought evaporates.

The flood inhaled right
through my nose while
the mermaid plays these
games.

The stagnate water
begins to drift away the
memories of yesterday.
As I'm bound within the
elements of silence which
gives me pain.