Waves of color and of sound
Appear before my unveiled eyes
Upon abandoned shores
Where I am trapped in the surf
A cloud rolls nearer still
And soon I’m caught in its rain
My skin tears off in small pieces
Becomes one with the sand
I pry seashells from my arms
But I feel no pain at all
My blood darkens the sea
Until it’s almost black
The needle is innocent
It knows not what it injects
Waves of color and of sound
Appear before my unveiled eyes
Upon abandoned shores
Where I am trapped in the surf
A cloud rolls nearer still
And soon I’m caught in its rain
My skin tears off in small pieces
Becomes one with the sand
I pry seashells from my arms
But I feel no pain at all
My blood darkens the sea
Until it’s almost black
The needle is innocent
It knows not what it injects
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