Too deep, too deep, not enough air passing through
Blink it back to recover
That hole in his chest won\'t ever mind itself again
The damage is too great
His limbs are twisted out of sync
Can\'t move, can\'t breathe, too deep
So much red it sticks all over
He can\'t get it off no matter how hard he scrubs
Butterfly wings flow to the ground like ripped paper
Crawling like a snail, trying to get away as far as possible
But it\'s still there, the eyes that witnessed too much
Too deep, his body is not resting on clouds but on the concrete
Is this a dream, am I delusional
The fingers brush against something icky
Vile rises up from deep within
The horror of actions that kissed upon his brittle cheek
Even the water from above can\'t wash it away
Losing his mind in a spiral of nothingness
Tremble before me weakling
Look around this wasteland that you and others cause
Too deep, too deep, not enough air passing through
signed, X