Death Means Heaven
I'm torn, I'm squished I'm caught, confused Help. Can't breathe. Or maybe I just don't want to. Because I'm torn, I'm squished I'm caught, confused Salt. As it flows. I bit my lips. Because I'm torn, I'm squished I'm caught, confused Tristful. Am I? My mouth is shut. Because I'm torn, I'm squished I'm caught, confused Befuddled. And it gets stronger. As things start to unfold. I'm more torn, more squished I'm trapped, more confused Isn't survival a torture? |