
we'll drown, anyway
too late to hinder disarray
we'll seek a photograph in gray
as we picture the earth on its way to decay
we'll drown, anyway
our senses have gone astray
it was your idea in the first place,
and there's a fine line between determined and insane
minds were empty, we failed to chase the prompts of the lane
home was a heartbeat away
we'll drown, anyway
what's the use of racing up to the surface
there's no time to think about
bringing your favorite suitcase
we'll do anything offhanded
unless you want to wretchedly visualize
our last breath paralyzed
About the Creator
Mufiida
a nocturnal being


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