If you bite my arm
Teeth sinking into supple flesh
To suck the poison out
Extract black vileness inside
Coated barbs are stuck into me
Blood a vehicle for its own demise
Throw in a rope instead
Damp quicksand surrounds
And thrashing isn't helping
While my chest is getting tighter
Sand inhaled into living lungs
As each breath inflates with confidence
Now put me in the recovery position
I've swallowed too much water
A case of over-dilution
And I'm drenched and blue
Don't spill watery tears
I'm wet enough already
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