Sinker
greenish brackish
sinker fills all then
fight the rush you're drowning!
fight the flood you're dead!
i've got this sinking feeling
the handhold lost below
blackish passing
trench eroding
the solid lost
fingers grasping at loose dirt
fuck you don't save me
fuck you don't reach
sinker still filling
fight the rush i'm drowning
save yourself i'm dead!
I'm a sinker
Leave me now
Sinker, sinking
Sinker!
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