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Is it sinning how we're swimming?

Limbs flailing for solid ground

Take my face into rough hands

Whisper to me, death's profound

I'm tiptoeing, fear is showing

You can smell it like a hound

I'm a day dreamer 

You are a heart eater 

So my heart no longer pounds

A voice so soothing 

it calms the bruising 

A melody sure to confound 

Seducing recluse

A tempting noose

They always come around