Foolish roiling Krakken,
go back to your basin. old-timer,
No wit, no heart,
just energy enough for that last breach.
Old timer, schemin'
in the swirl,
wrapping those loose arms around me so tight.
It's hungry again, thirsty.
Krakken crackling through
all the fluid in my body
And making my lungs
howl in hatred.
I've seen your eyes in the mirror
again
not to deep below.
Hungry for oxygen.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
Foolish roiling Krakken,
go back to your basin. old-timer,
No wit, no heart,
just energy enough for that last breach.
Old timer, schemin'
in the swirl,
wrapping those loose arms around me so tight.
It's hungry again, thirsty.
Krakken crackling through
all the fluid in my body
And making my lungs
howl in hatred.
I've seen your eyes in the mirror
again
not to deep below.
Hungry for oxygen.
Early 2013.
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