Death Dreams
Trauma eeks all throughout it
Dead fall, trickling streams, rotten scent
No real good days, real bouts and fits
Go to work, dwell on it
Without a breathing apparatus or gills and fins to navigate a torrent
Feet stitched into the cement
Dreaming of death again
Dead fall, trickling streams, rotten scent
No real good days, real bouts and fits
Go to work, dwell on it
Without a breathing apparatus or gills and fins to navigate a torrent
Feet stitched into the cement
Dreaming of death again
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Writer(s): Sullivan Smither
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