Lights go on and off
people have fell into it
and they say
it's dark.
They cry
they're afraid
they're weak
they're you and
they're me.
Head has no room
in this place
so do happiness
and light.
We started swimming
looking for a way out
of this shitty,
stinky place.
The only thing we found
in this crappy ocean
was a can of beer
a dirty, forgotten love letter in a bottle
and a dead crow.
Our last words were: The crow winked.
Our last words were: The crow winked.