sleeping on the tounge of the beast
my legs gone
my lungs slowly being crushed
I sleep waiting for death
on the tounge of the beast
eyes black as coal
its belly white as snow
I sleep waiting for death
on the tounge of the beast
a dead seagull rests near my shoulder
a hook pierces my eye
I sleep waiting for death
of the tounge of the beast
water in water out
I slide deeper into darkness
I sleep waiting for death
on the tounge of the beast
my air now gone
my time has come
as I slip from its tounge
into the darkess
I now sleep forever
In the great white beast
2007-03-14
12:34:09
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