salt water rising.
Her hands thrust,
Her legs lashed,
Her teeth clicked,
Her lips now bleeding,
Bound to the same hell,
Bound to the same drill,
She's a mess, a reck.
She's stressed, and she's clashed.
Now her soul is gone and all she can taste is the saltwater that rises in her lungs.
Her legs lashed,
Her teeth clicked,
Her lips now bleeding,
Bound to the same hell,
Bound to the same drill,
She's a mess, a reck.
She's stressed, and she's clashed.
Now her soul is gone and all she can taste is the saltwater that rises in her lungs.