Slow

I'm not going to die

I'm not going to die

Going to find out if I'm really alive

Going to find out if I'm really alive

Going to find out going to find out

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Eyes in a stream float away

Treetops, dead hornets, and waste

A simple kind of ignorance falters to the side

Exuberance to find your mind, lost her far behind

Something there silent a coil, a snake shell

Unraveling storm from the deep

Skin drops in oceans

My heart is not open

Dying sun sinks to the deep

Lies

The skin drops into the sea and ripples eternally

Lies

A dying fetus will fall from the trees

it never had a chance to breathe

So silent slipping away

Decaying

Violent end of a day

Would be crimson floating grave

I'm transfixed fading far away