Water; water under my skin, and in my lungs.
And I drown.
We drown as we sleep.
Bare skin over barren lands, and we drown.
We drown as fugitives.
Water; water in lungs but my cracked burning throat.
I think we held hands before,
before it all went dark and it all was nothing.
One day when we went swimming in our guilt.
Since when nothing would be the same again.
