Tumbling through the liquid space
Their teeth surround me
Red mist engulfs my face
I think they have found me

Lost in a cloud of doubt
The cage they want to escape
My core pulsates
Every pulse bursting red
I am a beacon

The rose scatters
They approach me
Existence flutters
They encage me

Tumbling through the red liquid space
These walls that surround me
They are made of flesh
Dentine blades rend me
My life ruptures
To what purpose these jaws serve
Other than to put out another beacon?