"Foreign Object"
Alive awake in the ocean, the tide, the waves break my mind into passion. Poison passing through my veins, just drifting by the whales, the sharks waving goodbye. Asleep in vain, the ripples, the currents taking me away to the cold. A place where dreams stay the same everyday. Every night the sky lights up like a parade, pretty pale sea of white. Fading away off in the distance, waiting to be discovered out of contrast. Scavengers swim circles by the bay shore so I stay in the deepened wombs of the earths core. Afraid alone, floating towards my makers maid. To the bottom I fall like a rock to the darkest shade of gray. It is there I finally realize what it’s like to be alive, alike aliens I awake.
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