Coelacanth

I guess I’m not okay
I’m treading water here, deep oceans
Thousands of leagues below me is a dark world
With horrible fish that eat their weak
I am too soft
My flesh peels in shreds to the loss of hope and the rows of teeth
And dangling lures and lidless eyes
I look up to see the surface rise
My skull crumbles under the water’s weight
As I drop into the cold, the stagnant layers
My limbs become fins and I’m turned a coelacanth among the…
With horrible fish that eat their weak
I am too soft
My flesh peels in shreds to the loss of hope and the rows of teeth
And dangling lures and lidless eyes
With horrible fish that eat their weak
I am too soft
My flesh peels in shreds to the loss of hope and the rows of teeth
And dangling lures and lidless eyes
The world of refugees who couldn’t stop breathing
Who couldn’t stop breathing
Though we would, we would, we would
If we could
Though we would, we would, we would
If we could
Though we would, we would, we would
If we could