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The walls of the ocean climb

Cover me with a gulp

Drowning fate is mine

And this sea weedy pulp

Is so gross…

But I should be more concerned with dying



It sounds so funny down here

When my pipes attempt screaming

To that empty pier

Sparkling ocean ceiling

Beneath the taunting moonlight

I kind of miss breathing

And gambling for gills

Is unbiblical

Each lung fills

To this rhythmic undertow

Smoking kills

But the ocean beat it in the chase

In the morning they’ll find me washed up

Wearing a peaceful face

Suffocation

Is an ironic sensation

It manipulates you

And talks you into

Calming down

Then kills you

While you’re hallucinating

About mermaids fading

You’re dead

…

But you only wet your bed

Take that as a warning

You get to see another morning

The ocean isn't a playground

Attempt to stand your ground