i'm in an abyss
a hopeless sea
my tiny vines have escaped me
they reach to strangle
they reach to be
their reaches fail colossally
weeping grapes surpass their will
and release a stream that overfills
it kills the natives
it kills their foes
their drowning bearings decompose
the matter fills the deepened gorge
the water slowly is absorbed
i struggle to refrain my sick remains
from losing what i must sustain