Donnie (lefty052) wrote,

there is something to say about being desperate, down and low

upon my arrival, I either learn to swim or drown
as I struggle for air I see only water
and I reach for anything as I cry for help
I feel my body growing weak
slipping away, it occurs to me that my cries are worthless
acknowledging death
I no longer mourn my own loss
and begin to sing praises to the one that has me here
as I sink to my salty grave I drown
no hand to reach for, no ear to listen
let it be a sweet, sweet sound... in your ear
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