Alive
Beneath the ocean I flow,
To cover my wasteful woes;
An amber cloth my disguise.
The waves scratch my skin,
Like them knives of Ice, and
from my mouth, bubbles slide...
Oh! I so loath to breath,
For then I realize: I’m alive!
I push myself, deeper, struggle hard to dive...
The loneliness still stings
And more the waves chide.
The gruesome memories I Made
Again taunt me with pride-
That no matter how deep I sink,
I will still be alive.
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