i see dead fish walking
no i'm not on drugs
but that would make me feel better
about the people i see.
empty faces, beaten bodies
wandering for happiness
hoping to fill the hole
they will one day lay within.
i have nothing but i have everything
and that is all i'll ever need.
go ahead, rot away in nauseous saunters of distress
i choose to swim, until the day i am eaten.
bugged eyed bursting bodies of rotten fishy flesh