what sickness is this
living bodies lying in shallow graves
cold in the cold ground
dead leaves cover you
it's so terribly human
don't sleep now
there are dark wings beating
struggling oily black breathless
the rotten taste of water
dank mouthfuls of snake-stink
chemicals cut through bloodstream
shine the surface flaws
twinkle bright in your eye
hold her head under
until the bubbles stop
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