My emotions roll with the tide,
Toe tip dip,
Into the blue,
The cold dark liquid,
Seeps inside.
My hair turns to the creatures,
Of the big deep,
All of their poison
Rapidly seeps.
Sea salt water enters my lungs,
Gently squeezing,
And halting
My slow breathing,
Years from here,
I'll reach the troughs,
But what if this ending
Isn't enough?
My skin a crustation,
Water baby
Can't swim,
Let the ocean compress me,
****** me from within.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
My emotions roll with the tide,
Toe tip dip,
Into the blue,
The cold dark liquid,
Seeps inside.
My hair turns to the creatures,
Of the big deep,
All of their poison
Rapidly seeps.
Sea salt water enters my lungs,
Gently squeezing,
And halting
My slow breathing,
Years from here,
I'll reach the troughs,
But what if this ending
Isn't enough?
My skin a crustation,
Water baby
Can't swim,
Let the ocean compress me,
****** me from within.
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